Page 206 of My Rules

I smile with my eyes closed; god knows what a mess I must look like. One thing I’m completely sure of is that Blake likes me however I come. Not once have I been self-conscious around him, which in itself is a victory, seeing how perfect he is.

“Our last day,” I whisper sleepily.

“Hmm.” He scoops his fingers out of me and begins to smear his semen through my lips and down to my back entrance, and he slowly rubs it in.

Oh . . .

My stomach flutters at the feeling of him touching me there. He’s done it a few times, and each time, I like it more.

Not something I ever thought I’d say or feel.

His teeth graze my earlobe as he continues to rub his finger back and forth over me. “You like that, baby?”

I close my eyes at the sensation, too embarrassed to admit that I do.

His lips drop to my neck, and he slowly slides the tip of his finger in. My eyes roll back in my head.

Fuck . . .

The room is silent, and yet all I can hear is the deafening sound of the beat of my heart.

This shouldn’t feel good . . .

His finger slowly works me; in and out he slides. Just the tip at first and then deeper, more sensation than I could ever imagine. An unexpected closeness swimming between us.

This feels intimate and special, not what I imagined at all.

I can feel his erection growing against my behind, and his breath quivers with arousal. “I need you here,” he breathes into my ear as his finger slides in deep.

“I ...” My eyes roll back in my head. “I have ...” His finger gets stronger, and my leg lifts by itself to give him better access. Fuck, that feels good.

“I’ve never done it before,” I whisper.

He stills.

I close my eyes in shame. I’m so inexperienced compared to him that it’s just embarrassing.

He turns my head and kisses me. It’s deep and erotic. “Can we ...” His lips take mine with reverence, and damn it, I want this.

I want to be closer to him. I want to give him everything that I am.

I nod, and he smiles against my lips. He reaches over to the bedside table, and I hear the click of the lid on the lube and feel him fussing around.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Taking my piercing out.”

Oh ... fuck, this is actually happening. My arousal begins to dissipate as fear takes me over.

His lips drop to my neck again, and he rubs his fingers together to warm the lube up before smearing it over me. His fingers suddenly glide over my skin with ease. “That’s it.”

He repositions my body so that I’m lying on my side. “You okay like that?” he whispers. “I need you to stay relaxed, just like this, okay?”

I nod, although I’m not really sure I can.

To the sound of the ocean crashing on the shore, he takes his time. Together we lie here in our very own cocoon, just the two of us in a perfect intimacy bubble.

For a long time, we lie just like this. His finger works me. His slow, tender kiss makes me forget that I am a mere mortal. Because this feels heavenly.

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