Page 36 of The Only Time

“Go on. Tell me more.”

I take a deep breath. “You make my body feel like all the blood is rushing down...”

“Down where?” he asks on a whisper.

“You know where,” I respond.

“I want to hear you say it. Ineedto hear you say it.”

“My…,” my voice lowers to a soft whisper, “pussy.”

He groans then scoots closer to me. “Do I make your pussy wet, Mia?”

I can’t help but look into his deep blue eyes and nod my head up and down.

“Fuck,” he utters with frustration. Then I feel the warmth of his fingers on my inner thigh. I gasp at the sensation it evokes. “Maybe,” he says as his fingers slide up my thigh then back down, making my underwear soak with excitement. “Maybe here in the darkness, it doesn’t count. If I lick this sweet pussy of yours, giving you some relief, we pretend like it never happened in the morning.”

Right now, I’d agree to be his slave in excuse for his mouth on me. I can almost feel the hint of an orgasm starting just by the thought of it. That’s how primed he has me from just his words.

“Do you want me to taste your pussy, Mia?” he asks while his fingers move higher up my thigh.

“Yes,” I manage to whisper. “Please.”

“Just for tonight. Just here in the darkness where it doesn’t count. Right?” he says with a plea.

It really seems to matter to him that this be considerednothing,whatever that means. That’s fine. I’m in no emotional state at the moment to need a complicated long-distance relationship.

“Yes. Just for tonight,” I agree.

I barely get the words out before his mouth is on mine. My lips open instantly and our tongues swirl together. His hands work to rid me of my t-shirt before he rolls in between my legs.

“Fuck,” he winces.

“What? Are you okay?” I ask.

“I’m fine. My arm just hurts a little when I put my weight on it.”

I try to sit up, but he pushes me down. “Eric, I don’t want you to hurt your arm.”

“I don’t give a fuck about my arm. I can deal with the pain. What I can’t deal with is not getting a taste of your pussy when you just admitted to me how wet I make you. Tell me, Mia…are you wet right now?”

His hands grab my breasts and start to massage them as his eyes remain on mine. I can’t think enough to respond, and he doesn’t seem to care. He keeps playing with my breasts and squeezes each nipple between his finger and thumb.

He kisses the top of my stomach and starts to make his way down past my belly button all while still playing with my nipples. “Your breasts are fucking perfect.”

His mouth continues until it reaches just above my clit, where he gives a featherlike kiss just centimeters above where I need it.

“Eric,” I pant as my body squirms beneath him.

His hands move from my breasts then slide underneath me on the bed and grip my ass. “And this ass. You fucking teased me with it in your bathing suit the other night. I didn’t know whether to spank you or cover you up.”

I let out a moan just thinking about the idea of him spanking me.

He starts to knead my ass. “Do you like the idea of that, Mia? You want me to punish you for teasing me?”

“I never thought I would, but with you—you make it all sound so sexy. It’s like your anger just turns me on and makes me—curious.”

“Fuck, Mia. Don’t say things like that to me. This is only for tonight. Just one taste.”

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