Page 23 of Make Me Bee-lieve

Polina turns to tilt her face up toward mine. My eyes flit down to her lips. Those plush, thick lips, just begging to be kissed, and kissed well. She deserves so much better than to live her life inside a gilded prison with people who barely respect her. With a fiancé who doesn’t love her, with people who haven’t even taken the time to get to know her. My heart, and cock, ache.

“Calvin,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. My name sounds so sweet on her tongue. “Will you … would you do me the honor of kissing me?”

Wait, what?

I blink at her, unsure I heard her correctly the first time.

“You want me to … I’m sorry, did you just ask me to kiss you?” I rasp.

She nods. “I did. But only if you want to. I wouldn’t dream of forcing myself?—”

I lean down and brush my lips against hers. Polina flinches, and for a second, I’m afraid I’ve done something terribly, terribly wrong. Perhaps I misread the situation entirely. It wouldn’t be the first time, of course. But then two of her arms fly around my neck as she deepens the kiss. My heart feels like it’s about to explode.

The tip of her tongue circles around mine, and I can’t help but moan.

Oh, god. She tastes as sweet as she looks, but I hope no one heard that just now. Polina doesn’t seem to care either way as her other set of arms rove around my back. She’s ravenous, but so am I—my cock pushes against my pants, threatening to punch a hole through the fabric as it strains. I’m rock hard. When she pulls her mouth away from mine to gulp down a breath of air, I assume that’s the end of it. Our hot makeout session is finished as quickly as it started. But then she laces her fingers through mine and pulls one of my hands down to her belly.

“I want you to touch me,” she murmurs. “Please.”

I arch an eyebrow as I stare at her over the top of my glasses. “W-What? Here? Now?”

“Yes, now, Calvin,” she says. Her voice is like a hammer. She knows exactly what she wants, I’ll give her that, but … is this really such a good idea? “Calvin. I need you. I’ve needed you since I first laid eyes on you, and if I don’t get some damn release, I’m going to die.”

I chuckle, and her eyes narrow.

“Are you laughing at me?”

I stiffen. “No, no! I promise I’m not. I just … wow. You’re … really demanding, you know that, Po?”

She frowns. “Yes, I am aware. But please be honest with me. Do you want me as much as I want you?”

Blinking, I nod. “Yes. Yes, Polina. I do. You’re very beautiful and?—”

“Then fuck me with your fingers,” she says, interrupting me. “Before we run out of time.”

Fuck me with your fingers. Oh my god. Oh my god. Polina is unlike any woman I’ve ever met before, and hearing her verbalize her desires like this has me wanting to curl into a ball and hide. I’m not sure I’ll measure up to her expectations, which she must have.

Okay, okay. I can do this. I can do this … I’ve done this before. Actually wait, no. I haven’t. I’m thirty-three years old and I’ve never fingered a girl before. I’ve only ever kissed a couple back in grad school. Late bloomer, my mom calls me. That’s a strange way of calling me a loser, but sure, let’s go with that.

Polina pulls her skirts up over her knees, then over her hips until… I gulp. My entire body burns with desire—and the terror of seeing a woman’s lacy purple thong and not knowing what I should be doing with it. A dark spot colors the front of her underwear, and that’s when I realize she’s already wet. Wet because of me.

“Touch me,” she breathes. Lust clouds her eyes, and I nod as I move forward to run my arm along her back and hold her against my body. My other hand snakes down to the band of her underwear and slips under it until I feel the soft tuft of fur between her legs. Polina sucks in a sharp gasp.

“Shh,” I say, and press my forehead against hers. “We have to be quiet. This is a library.”

She lets out a soft bark of laughter.

“I’m glad you found that funny, because I’m being serious right now,” I murmur into her ear. Polina shivers against me as I tease the tuft of fur, exploring it.

“In case you need help figuring this one out, it’s lower than that,” she says. “My entrance, that is.”

I roll my eyes and nip the shell of her ear. She lets out another moan. “Yeah, thanks. I got it.”

With two fingers, I press down on the top of her slit. I’m not sure I have the positioning right. I’m not a huge porn-watcher like my brother is, so I’m not entirely certain what I’m supposed to be doing right now. Luckily, Polina places her hand over mine and guides it for me until I reach her clit. Warm slickness greets my fingertips, and I can’t help but let out a groan.

“Here, right here,” she breathes. “Hurry.”

Her arms tighten around my neck as I move my fingers through her folds. She’s a lot stickier than I imagined her being, but it’s not like I have other women to compare her with. Not like I’d want to compare her to other women in the first place, or that they even would compare. After a few moments, I muster the courage to delve my fingers inside of her—gently, of course, getting her used to the size of my fingers. Polina sucks in another sharp breath as her body tenses.

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