Page 94 of The Grief We Hold

Wraith’s fingertips dig into my skin. He’s rough, uninhibited, a little wild. The feeling is contagious as I look back over my shoulder. His cock stands erect, the head glistening with precum.

He’s enjoying this as much as I am, and that feels powerful. That pleasuring my body like this arouses him too.

The sucking and biting of my clit in cycles is relentless. I lose any sense of rhythm or control.

My orgasm sneaks up on me, and I squeeze my eyes shut and tense as it hits me.

Biting down on my knuckle, I try to stifle the cry I make when he finally tips me over the edge.

I’d be happy with an orgasm every time we sleep together.

This man knows how to keep his promises.

My knees shake with the intensity of it as my hair falls forward over my face. My skin feels sunburned. Prickling with too many sensations.

But I barely have time to ride out my pleasure before he flips me onto the bed and slaps my pussy.

“Ahh,” I cry out, the aftershock sending me spiraling into a weaker second orgasm.

Then his lips are on mine.

It’s an invasion. An onslaught as his tongue finds and fights mine. I taste myself on him and it’s so unbelievably hot.

I can’t keep up with all the feelings swirling inside me beyond the thought that this is how sex should always be.

An out-of-body experience with someone you really want more of.

Wraith reaches for the bottle of oil from the bedside table. “I want to drip the wax over your breasts. It’s gonna be hot. How do you feel about that?”

“Yes,” I say quickly. I have no idea what it will feel like, but I’m buoyed by the suggestion I can try anything once. And I feel brave with this man. Like I don’t have to hide but can also contradict myself and he won’t get mad.

Wrapped in a post-orgasmic haze, anything feels possible.

He flips the cap and then lets cool oil drizzle onto my skin. “This will make sure it doesn’t stick or burn.” Gently, he starts to rub the oil in, but it soon becomes an erotic massage, where he palms both breasts, then tugs on my nipples.

Impossibly, I feel myself getting aroused again. And when I rub my thighs together, Wraith slaps my mound. “Open ‘em. I want to see how wet you are. Fucking love that you get so turned on for me, Blue.”

He grabs the candle and takes a deep breath before tipping it slightly, so a single drop lands on the rise of my sensitive breast.

I gasp at the contrast. Tender skin. Hot wax.

Wraith groans. “Fuck, this is gonna kill me.”

“Why?”

He looks away from the wax splat. “Because you took it so well. You’re lying there like such a good girl. Waiting for me to spill the wax on you. You want some more, don’t you?”

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“Yes.” The word is breathy as it falls from her lips. And I wonder how far she’ll let me push her over the years to come.

This time when I tip the candle, I move quickly enough for three drips to fall. The final one lands perfectly on her nipple, and I silently commend my aim.

Her hips thrust upward, seeking contact and pressure, and I cup her groin to push her back down to the bed.

“Impatient girl. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready,” I say, which is a white lie because my cock is desperate to sink into her now.

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