Page 30 of Watercolor Skulls

I feel the bed dip beside me. His hair tickling the side of my leg as he moves in for a closer view. “Beautiful,” he whispers.

He sits up against the headboard and spreads his legs. “C’mere,” he orders.

I climb up between his legs, swallowing hard at my first glimpse of him. My cunt clenches in response. Even it knows this is going to be a challenge.

He shifts me so that my back is pressed against his chest and he drapes my legs on either side of this thick thighs. “I’m going to drive you mad,” he whispers in my ear.

“What if I’m already mad?” My chest is rising and falling fast as my skin melds against his.

“Are you straight jacket mad?”

“Some would say so.”

A throaty chuckle rumbles deep in his chest, making my stomach flip.

“Well, buckle up, baby.”

His hands grope my breasts before one sneaks away, sliding slowly down my torso. I dip my head to watch it. It’s like coming upon a snake in the grass. You freeze but it raises its head and slithers closer. You know it’s about to strike, but you can’t move.

When his fingers glide through my folds my head falls back against his chest. He circles my clit ever so slowly. My hips rise to chase his fingers each time they move away.

“Oh, I think you really like this,” he whispers into my ear, his teeth sinking into my ear lobe gently but effectively holding me in place.

“Don’t stop,” I pant.

I’m so close, so close and then his hand is gone, running lightly up my leg.

This happens over and over again until I’m so wound I can’t take it anymore. I growl in frustration.

“Is there something you want?”

“No, I neeeed it,” I grind my hips upwards, crushing my pussy into the palm of his hand.

“But there’s more.” He runs his tongue along the shell of my ear.

I dig my nails into his thighs, whimpering for more. Give it to me.Please give it to me.

His finger taps over my entrance and I freeze. Yes. Yes. That’s what I need.

When he inserts one finger into me my head presses hard against his solid chest. “Does that feel good, baby?” He slides a second one in before I have a chance to answer.

“Yes, yes, please,” I beg, pressing my heels into the bed trying to rock myself on his hand.

He lifts his knees so my feet cannot touch the mattress. “So, so very impatient.”

“It feels so good.”

“Do you want it to feel even better,” he teases, his gravelly voice sending my heart into arrhythmia.

“Not. Possible,” I grit, so close to exploding my legs are shaking.

He curls his fingers, pressing the palm of his hand firmly against my clit. His hand pumps into me at a rhythmic pace, never taking the pressure off my clit.

Tears spring to my eyes as I fight the urge. Oh. Oh. What the fuck?

What in the fuck?!

Then it happens. My body seizes against his. I grip his forearms and scream.

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