Page 68 of Tore Up

“I’m good,” was all he said.

I wasn’t good. I needed him to put me down and let me go have some alone time in my room before going to sleep.

“I, uh, need to brush my teeth and change. You don’t have to carry me up.”

He glanced down at me and then stopped. Whew. That had worked. I just hoped my knees didn’t give out on me. Because they might be weak from this experience.

His jaw looked tight, and I worried that I’d made him mad. I was starting to enjoy this Bane and really hoped the other side wasn’t coming back out.

I prefer to keep Dr. Jekyll, please, and Mr. Hyde can stay locked away.

“Okay,” he said almost reluctantly, lowering me until my feet hit the floor.

Yep, my legs were weak and slightly shaky, as was the rest of my body.

Glancing at him nervously, I managed a smile. “Good night,” I told him, not wanting him to realize the effect he had on me. Then, I turned and hurried up the stairs.

Once I was safely in my room, I closed the door, then let out a long, shaky breath. Lifting my arm to my nose, I inhaled to see if I smelled like him. Let down, I didn’t smell anything but the strawberry shampoo I also used as my body wash since I’d run out of the soap I had brought with me.

My eyes went to my bed, and I anxiously began to undress and went to get my pajamas. I slipped on my top, then paused when I reached for my bottoms. Deciding it would be easier without those since I was going to need to get myself off before I could go back to sleep, I left them in the drawer and closed it.

Going to the bed, I picked up my bottle of sleep aids and took one, then pulled the covers back and climbed inside. Lying on my back, I slid my hands down into my panties and sighed. With images of Bane, I used my imagination. It didn’t take long before I was muffling my cry when I climaxed. Smiling, I tucked my covers up and under my chin before closing my eyes and drifting off.

He was here. My dream Bane. His warm, hard body was sliding under the covers with me. I shivered with anticipation. These dreams normally began with him already in bed, but this time, I got to feel as he moved close to me. His hand went over my back. I pressed closer, and his hand stilled.

I heard his sharp intake of breath as his body tensed.

“Ah fuck,” he whispered. “Where are your shorts, pretty girl?”

I’d forgotten about those. My dream was going to be more accurate than I’d expected. I buried my face in his chest to inhale. Bane’s palm was flat on my lower back, making that area tingle from his touch. It began to slowly ease down until his fingertips brushed against the satin and lace of my panties. He let out a ragged sigh, and his hand flinched.

I wiggled against him, not wanting him to stop.

“No,” his low voice scolded me. “Let me hold you. That’s enough.”

I disagreed. I wanted dream Bane to do more than just hold me. But like the real Bane, I didn’t want to anger him. I rubbed my cheek on his pec, loving how it felt. How he smelled. When I moved my leg up to slip between his, he didn’t hesitate. But he never did anymore. I scooted my body closer until his thick thigh was touching the crotch of my panties.

That was wonderful. Why hadn’t I done that before?

A deep noise vibrated in his chest, and my already-hard nipples tightened more. I rocked against him, just the slightest move, not wanting him to tell me no. When he said nothing, I did it again and again. This was even better than my fingers. The ache between my legs turned into a throb.

Bane’s chest rose and fell in short, fast breaths. Did this feel good to him too? His palm felt like a gentle caress as it lowered until it was covering one of my butt cheeks. A satisfied groan came from Bane, and I started rocking harder. The friction building.

“Sweet girl”—his voice was low and thick—“you need to stop.”

No. No, not yet. Please not yet.

I was so close, and I wanted to feel what it was like to orgasm with his arms around me.

His hand crept down until his fingertips were so close to my wet folds that I wanted to plead with him to touch me. Slip his fingers inside me. Oh God. I let out a moan, lifting my bottom back so that it forced his fingers over the fabric sticking to the wetness between my legs.

“Fuck.” His hoarse whisper made me tremble. “Ah, pretty girl.”

I rubbed his thigh, then went back enough that his fingers ran over me too.

I was close. Almost there.

Bane let out a pained groan, and then he did it. His fingers went beneath the fabric until he was touching my clit. I fought back the orgasm, wanting this to last.

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