Page 61 of The Attraction File

I had to touch. Moving up to my elbow, I reached for him but he grabbed my wrist. His eyes were on fire as I gazed up. Edgar didn’t say a word. His sight dipped to my chest.

He let go of me and threw my arm aside before going after the buttons on my blouse. They were tiny and he was having trouble. His fingers curled into the fabric and pulled. He yanked it hard causing the buttons to fly everywhere.

That should have scared me but it didn’t. How could I be fearful by the way Edgar groaned as he lightly brushed the back of his fingers over my chest and down my stomach.

His other hand cupped his cock. It was so hard that it stretched his briefs to the point that the waistband didn’t touch his skin.

“Why don’t you touch yourself, Evaleen.”

I knew that wasn’t a question. Edgar had been sweet and careful before but now, something was different. It was raw and animalistic and it made my skin prick with excitement.

Despite my body humming with anticipation, I didn’t move. Edgar reached down, the warmth of his hand sent currents up my arm as he took my hand. He placed it over my panties.

“How does that feel, Evaleen?”

His hand slipped under his briefs and yanked at his cock. I jerked, not from the touch of my own hand but from watching how he stroked himself.

“That’s it, Evaleen. Now slip your finger under the lace.” Edgar’s eyes were laser focused on my hand. He pushed at my thighs, widening them before trailing his finger down, down until his hand tugged at the lace.

The arm muscles in his upper arm moved and tightened as he worked himself harder.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

Only it was me who wanted to touch him. I wanted to see what was hiding under those briefs. How would he like my touch? Was it something he even wanted?

I waved for him to move and I lifted my hips, discarding my panties. They were wet and in the way.

He settled back between my legs and brushed his fingers over my wetness. His head fell back as he groaned. I moaned too. Whatever he was doing felt good. Better than anything I had done to myself.

The way I spread my legs wider and rolled my hips in attempt to get more was almost enough to embarrass me. Almost.

“Look at how wet you are.” Edgar held up two glistening fingers.

“Is that, uh . . . is that bad?”

I knew when I got turned on my panties were damp, but maybe there was something wrong with me?

Edgar shook his head and came to lay beside me, his fingers languidly playing between my legs. “On no, Evaleen. It’s so good. So good.” Then he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them like a popsicle.

Fuck, that was hot. I arched my back watching him.

Then he leaned forward, I could feel his lips on my ear. “Do you want me to do that to you?”

I closed my eyes afraid he would see how wild they were. How I was about to weep from what he was doing to me. Not tears of sadness or fear, but of erotic pain.

“Yes. God yeah, Edgar. Please.”

I had no restraint anymore. How he touched himself, how he looked at me, and especially how he touched me, I lost all self-control. Maybe tomorrow I would regret everything. Maybe he would too, but tonight I wanted him to do everything to me.

Edgar licked and kissed and even bit his way down my body. As I watched him, I noticed there were holes in my lace bra from his teeth. But that was nothing.

Everything that he did until that point felt like a light tickle, nothing more than a single brush of a feather. What he did next was him tearing everything down with full force.

First, it was his tongue. It seemed to swirl and push and had me bucking into the air. I did that so much he curled his arm under my thigh and over my stomach to lock me into place. When he sucked on me I was thankful his arm was there because if it hadn’t I might have fallen off the bed.

I lifted myself and leaned against my elbow watching him push himself on me. There was something wonderful about that. It made me feel like he would do anything to please me.

Men never made me feel like that. It was always the opposite, like I should be pleasing them. But when Edgar flickered his eyes up to mine I saw a rawness reflected back. I knew this was a one-time thing, but I was glad this time was with Edgar and not some guy only wanting me to please him.

He lifted his head, licking his lips before he panted out, “I’m going to make you come now.”

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