Page 52 of What's Left of Us

She gapes. “W-what?”

I take her hand and lower it between her legs, putting her fingers directly where I want them. “I said, touch yourself.”

“I’ve never…” Her words fade when I use her hand to show her exactly what I want her to do, paying special attention to the nerves that have her lips parting wider as I apply more pressure.

Leaning forward, I press my lips against her ear and keep my hand on hers, working her together. “You’ve never touched yourself before?”

She releases a sharp breath. “N-no.”

My hand twitches around hers. It’s strange how turned on I am over the admission, but my dick is so hard it hurts. “We’re definitely going to have to change that,” I tell her.

In the back of my head, I make a note to buy a toy for her to use on herself when I’m gone.

When I let her go, I dip my head to the crook of her neck and trail kisses along the column of her throat, licking and nipping and sucking along the way as my hands play and tweak with her hardening nipples.

The first sound of her whimpered moan, as she plays with herself, has my eyes flaring and me shedding the rest of my clothing.

Kissing her again is brutal and demanding and needing all at once. It ignites a fire in my stomach that quickly has my dick at full attention. I grip her hair and lower her so she’s face-to-face with me. I stroke myself, watching her watch me twitch as if she’s mesmerized by how I grow.

Knowing she’s never done this before, I say, “Taste me. You can’t do it wrong.”

Hell, I don’t think there’s anything she could do that would fuck this up. Tentatively, she opens her mouth and—

Fuck.She proves me right.

I’ve always liked getting my dick sucked, but this is a whole different experience. The way her lips move over me experimentally, how her tongue gets in the way but brushes the perfect spot, even how her teeth graze me just gently enough to get a bite of pain without it actually hurting, makes me the hardest I’ve been in a long time.

Pulling her away from me when her mouth gets me good and wet, I claim her lips before she says anything, guiding her up to standing. She gasps when I pick her up, getting her to wrap her legs around my waist until my cock nudges her.

“I’m going to be very honest with you,” I say, pressing her against the wall. “I don’t think I can be gentle with you right now. So tell me what you can handle.”

I inch myself in and stop when her lips form an O, her head dropping back against the wall as she wiggles her hips and takes me deeper. Her arms wrap around my neck and squeeze. “I don’t want you to be gentle.”

It’s a miracle I don’t come right there. “This may hurt,” I warn, moving inside her.

The choked noise coming from her as I use my body weight to pin her against the wall has me hesitating only briefly before she dips her head into the crook of my neck and kisses me.

I hear one word. “Please.”

There’s something she’s trying to distract herself from. I’m tempted to ask, but something tells me we’re a lot more similar than either of us knows. Because I never want people butting into my business without me offering the information either. I want to escape it.

Just like her.

So, she lets me fuck her right there, no bed, no couch, just us. And each thrust feels like goddamn heaven, her body caressing me and feeding the fire trapped under my skin and scorching me internally.

Quickly, I pull out and bring her to the kitchen, bending her over the breakfast nook and bringing one of her legs toward her chest to rest on the cool countertop to get a deeper angle. And when I jackknife forward, the moan I’m rewarded with only stirs me to continue relentlessly.

The sounds between us as her body accepts me makes my stomach tighten and my dick twitch with an oncoming orgasm.

I reach for the small box I keep on the counter and open it to reveal a pair of silver handcuffs. The rattle is music to my ears, but nothing like when I put Georgia’s hands behind her back and listen to the cuffsclickinto place.

Reaching under her, I pay special attention to the button of nerves with one hand, tweaking and pinching and rubbing it until the sexiest sounds come out of her while keeping a firm grip on the handcuffs with my other.

Seeing her like this, submissive, willing, splayed in front of me to do whatever I please with, makes this end way sooner than I want.

“I’m going to come,” I warn her in a strangled voice, picking up the pace and wanting her to fall apart with me.

Moments later, I can’t hold back any longer, pulling out before I completely lose it inside of her. And seeing her back covered in me has me half-geared up for round two.

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