Page 22 of Forgive You

“Making your skin crawl,” he breathes against the shell of my ear, jolting alive every brittle hair on my body that wasn’t already. “Burn my touch into your body, making sure you’ll still feel me when you’re lying alone in your bed tonight.”

“Who says I’ll be alone?”

“My wet hand in your panties.” He bites my neck, and I yelp. “Is this mature enough? Am I being civil enough to your liking, Jules?”

He circles my entrance, then a groan vibrates from his chest when he’s inside of me and finds my wetness coating his finger. His thumb grazes my clit, teasing the little bitch by dancing around her but never really touching her. My nerves are forming a little bundle of joy between my legs while my actual feet barely hold me up. I flatten my palms on the sink, keeping me steady as Jason creates magic within my body.

“If this is your way of punishing me, you’re doing a shit job.”

I can sense his smile against my neck, followed by a long lick from the base until he reaches my ear, making me shiver against his firm torso.

With his free hand, he holds me in place, the other never missing a beat.

“Don’t underestimate me, Jules. Torture comes in many forms.”

My name sounds like a plea, breaking away my walls and building up my confidence. I’ve missed feeling him close.

I throw my arm around his neck for support, then cup the other around his cock. It’s hard, pressing deeply against the thick fabric of his black pants.

“Feels like the only one you’re torturing is yourself. Do you want me to take care of that?”

I rub my palm over it, and he retaliates by biting my shoulder, his teeth sinking into my flesh deep enough to make me hiss. “Oh, fuck.”

“Keep your hands up, Julie.” I obey his rough command, linking my hands behind his neck, letting myself relax to his touch. My pussy flutters with each swirl around my sensitive nub, pulsing the muscles in my hips to a blissful state.

Every sense of my body is remembering the last time he touched me like this, as if suddenly it’s reminding me how to live. How to relish the pleasure of his touch. Each rub gets me higher up that mountain, evaporating the oxygen from my lungs second by second.

“Do you feel that, baby? What level of maturity I am capable of? How civil my fingers feel against your clit?”

Panting, I hum, resting my forehead on his shoulder, no longer able to form words. Warmth spreads through my body, electricity coursing through my veins.

“That’s it. You’re coming. I can feel it. Because I know you.”Fuck him.

“Your breath changes.”I can’t breathe.

“Your body trembles.”My legs wobble.

“Heat rises to your cheeks.”I’m feverish.

“Your eyes flutter.”They shut when my quads tense.

“Are you coming for me like a good girl, Jules? Tell me. Use yourwords.” His sultry voice pushes my release harder and faster, the euphoric sensation whirling into bigger proportions by the second.

“Yes, I’m coming,” I admit breathily.

Unexpected, taking no prisoners on his way through my body.

I’m so close.So damn fucking close.

“I want you to feel how I felt, baby. I want you to feel like you’re almost there, claiming the one thing you’ve been craving more than anything.”

I am, I’m almost there.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please don’t stop.”

My mouth opens wide in a desperate attempt to suck in some air, as all the muscles tense around my pussy, ready to fall over the edge into ecstasy at the rhythm of his touch but then… it all stops.

His hand disappears from my center, and I blink, my mind in a haze at the sudden loss of touch. Panting, I peer up at his blue eyes looking as daunting as the deep blue shades of the Caribbean Sea. My ears burn like they are about to fall off, my brain trying to make sense of the confusion while still working in overdrive. There’s a sadistic glint flickering through his gaze, not helping with my puzzled expression.

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