Page 50 of Black Velvet

"She was very secretive about it, but she told me enough to lure me in," he adds. "I'm glad she did."

He wraps his arm around me again, pulling me closer while placing his other hand on my thigh. He skims along my skin, causing goosebumps as he moves upward. I try to tame him by crossing my legs, but he won't let me. Instead he pushes my legs apart, his fingers traveling below the black satin that covers my core.

"Not here," I whisper, placing my hand on his. "We'll get in trouble."

He regards me with a mischievous smile. "You're wearing black, Elene. I can do whatever I want with you."

"But n—"

"Isn't that why you turned into a devil after the first time we met?" he probes. "So I could have my way with you?"

I blush, taking no further efforts to stop him when he journeys further up my inner thigh, his hand now hidden beneath the kimono.

"I love it when I'm right," he says, squeezing my thigh, his hand now dangerously close to my naked core.

A soft moan escapes my lips when his fingertips reach my center, pinching the inside of my thighs to beckon me to spread my legs for him. I know I shouldn't do it. No explicit play, not downstairs. Miss Barry was very adamant about keeping the first floor classy and tame, with nothing more than flirting and kissing allowed.

But my legs seem to move on their own, following his guidance. He has given me so little, but evoked a response so intense with what he was willing to give me that I'm craving his touch more than I've ever craved anyone's touch. I soak it up, relishing every sensation, every spark that's sent through my core, every little explosion that his touch sends off.

I groan with pleasure when he reaches my slick core, parting my lips with ease and sliding between them, gracing my clit as he thrusts forward with two fingers. He rearranges my silk kimono, hiding his sinful deed beneath it while he continues working on my sensitive spot.

"No harm done if no one can see it," he says in a low voice while my eyes search the guest room in panic. Miss Barry is nowhere to be seen, and as far as I can tell, no one is paying attention to us. The corner we're sitting in is quiet and secluded, but not secluded enough to completely hide in the shadows. If anyone were to turn our way, they would still be able to tell what's going on despite his efforts at hiding it.

I squirm in his embrace, moving my hips forward in a desperate attempt to get more from him, to receive more pleasure, beg for an even deeper intrusion.

"Please, we should go back upstairs," I plead, my eyes searching his. "Please."

"Begging again?" he asks, casting me a dark smile. "Elene, you're incorrigible."

I almost yelp when he adds another finger, stretching me even more. I throw my head back into the cushions of the love seat while he continues to shove into me and work my swollen nub with his thumb. It's so intense, so fucking good. Why has no one ever touched me like that? Or did they and it just didn't do the same things his touch does to me? What is different with him? Why am I always on the edge of my seat, my heart always pounding, my core always throbbing, hot and impatient with lust?

"Elene," he whispers into my ear, stopping my train of thought. "Stay with me. Don't go where ever your mind takes you—follow me."

He bends his fingers inside me, moving in slow circle back and forth, slowly feeling my insides while he pokes into me with gentle force. I flinch when he skims a spot shortly behind my entrance, and that's when he stops.

"There we go," he breathes, pulling me closer in his embrace, while his massage on my clit intensifies. "You'll come for me now, do you hear, Elene?"

I want to shake my head no, but I know it's futile. I'm already at the edge, so close to exploding on his hand again. The idea that this is not going to happen seems ridiculous to me, just as the opposite used to hold true before I met him.

My head cocks to the side, my eyes moving up to him while I try to protest his assertion with nothing more than a look.

"Yes, you will come," he retorts, smiling with confidence. "And it will be as beautiful as it always is."

His massage on my clit intensifies, applying so much pressure that at first I think it's too much. I coil next to him, sliding even further down into the cushion and almost exposing myself to the rest of the room as the kimono is being pushed aside. He bends his fingers inside me, only slightly moving back and forth, but applying fierce pressure on that sensitive spot right behind my entrance. It only takes two or three thrusts before I can feel the first rush rolling over me. My eyes widen while I stare up at the dark ceiling above us before he hisses from the side: "Look at me!"

I obey, moving on instinct as I follow his voice while my body hums with pleasure. My eyes lock onto his and I'm panting, my chest heaving as I keep floating on an ongoing cloud that fogs my view and my senses. A deep groan escapes me while I arch my back, taking in the heaps of lust as they take a hold of me with relentless force. I melt into him, a smile spreading across my face as I ride wave after wave of bliss. I didn't know that there could be something like this, a place of true happiness.

I don't want to question it. I don't want to worry. I don't want to pull myself together. An alluring voice of ecstatic freedom is calling me to let myself go, forgetting everything and everyone around me.

Everyone but him.

Chapter 30

Elene

"He still won't give it up?"

Sandi cocks her head to the side, not even trying to stop herself from laughing. She's shaking her head, almost spilling the contents of her drink because she's giggling so hard. I cast her a reproachful look.

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