Page 49 of Promise Me Never

“Are you sore?” I ask as I slide my hand under her shirt to the smooth skin beneath. I could probably go ten rounds with her tonight, but I don’t want to hurt her.

She pauses before answering. “Kind of,” she says quietly.

I can tell she doesn’t want to disappoint me. That only makes me want her more. “How about if I kiss it better?” My hand works its way between her shorts and panties as I tease her over the thin cotton.

Her knuckles turn white as she grips the edge of the sink. I had planned on at least taking her upstairs first, but as I feel a wet spot forming under my fingertips, I drop to my knees behind her. Before she even realizes what I’m about to do, I have my hands hooked in the waistband of her shorts, and I’m pulling them down past her hips. Her panties come, too.

“Luke,” she gasps my name in shock. “Like this? With the lights on?”

“Yes.” I squeeze her hips and pull her back away from the counter. “This is the best view I’ve seen in forever. Arch your back for me, Sunbeam.”

As always she follows my directions. Her ass and pussy are right at eye level for me. I reach up and palm the globes of her ass, spreading her wide open for my appraisal. Her cunt is already shiny and wet, such a pretty blush color.

I lean forward and give her a slow lick, from her clit to her entrance. Paying extra attention to the noises she makes when I kiss different places on her body, I find what feels the best for her. She whimpers when I slide my tongue inside her, slowly fucking her with my mouth.

She reaches back, sliding her fingers into my hair as she holds me against her most tender parts. My fingers gather her wetness and circle her clit in time with my fingers. Her flavor explodes across my tongue and lips, coating me in her essence. I don’t ever want to move from this place on the floor at her feet. She comes with my name on her lips, and it's the most satisfying thing I’ve ever heard.

Nineteen

ELI

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Ineed more. Every stroke of his tongue sets my body on fire, igniting a need I didn’t realize existed. His fingers glide down my legs to pull my shorts back up, but I look down over my shoulder.

“Wait.”

His blue eyes, usually so cold, swirl with heat as he meets my gaze.

“More,” I say with a breathy whisper. I ache to feel him inside me, to fill the hollow emptiness within my body. I don’t care if it hurts, I just want to feel.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I nod frantically. Why am I two seconds from begging him to fuck me? I don’t even recognize myself. Has one time turned me into some sort of addict? And to what, him or sex?

“Condoms are upstairs.” His voice is gruff, like he’s just as tormented by this as I am.

“I’m on birth control.” He knows this already. “I just want to know how it feels without. How you feel inside me with nothing between us.”

I see the moment his willpower to say no wavers and jump on it by whipping my shirt over my head and dropping it on the floor beside our feet.

“Please, please, please.” I feel his fingers flex on my skin as I beg. “I need you. I need to feel you fuck me.”

“Fuck,” he groans, pushing to his feet. “Promise to tell me if I hurt you?” His hands are already busy unbuckling his jeans and freeing his cock. He turns me around and lifts me effortlessly onto the counter.

“Promise.” I gulp at the sight of him.

He grips his cock and drags the tip through my folds. The veins in his hand are as visible as the one that runs along the length of his cock as the blood pumps angrily through them. One of his arms supports me from under my ass, lifting me up so he can slide inside my pussy.

He curses as I wrap my legs around his waist, my pussy clenching around his length as we both adjust. He stares down at where our bodies are joined, every muscle in his body taut and ready to explode. I whimper as he shifts his hips back and then rocks forward inside me.

“Are you okay?” His voice is strained.

“Yes. God. More.”

His eyes meet mine. “Tell me to stop if it hurts.”

I nod, incapable of words now as I feel his dick twitching inside me. The fact that he has such control over his own needs only makes him more attractive.

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