Page 45 of Silent Is The Heart

Iwantto do this. Whatever the hellthisis. I just… have to show himmyhard-on now too. Why does that feel like more proof of my former infatuation? He clearly doesn’t mind.

Stripping my underwear over my hips, I let them fall and kick them off like I’m ripping off a bandage. Nice finesse, Easton.

I feel like a piece of artwork up for criticism as he takes me in from head to toe. I don’t even think I was this self-consciousas a virgin. If any of my former conquests were watching right now, they’d be struck speechless or laughing their asses off.

I watch the way his thigh muscles and stomach flex as he backs up onto the bed on his knees. My legs move dumbly and I join him, colliding with the force field of his body heat. His touch is so soft, guiding my elbow all courteously, but it might just be an excuse to touch me. I’m looking for my own excuses, still baffled that he’s reciprocating. Gripping his sides, I give them a squeeze to show more participation. There’s a thin layer of ‘love’ to them that I want to knead like clay. My cock brushes up against his and kicks because I haven’t embarrassed myself enough tonight already.

“Well,” he whispers, “what do you think?”

Think?I’m not capable of that right now.

Leaning down on his forearm by the pillow, he pats the top of his comforter. “Want to see if you got your money’s worth?”

Oh… His comment earlier about the bed.

Right.

Settling down next to him, maybe someone else might feel some sort of benevolence over him since I did buy this stupid thing, but it’s just the opposite for me as he leans over and starts kissing his way down my arm.

“It’ll work,” I croak, which sounds way too much like the slut that I usually am. “I’m not the one who has to sleep on it every night.”

I’m about to reach up when he rises to his knees, but I’m at a loss when he bends further over me, placing kisses on my shoulder and back. I stay put in my awkward pose, half-leaning forward on my side.Foreplay—I should tell him he doesn’t need to bother, but I’m so anxious that prolonging things for once doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

Reaching out, I trace the side of his thigh, the soft hair there adding more realism to what’s always just been a fantasy. Running my hand up his hip as his feathery kisses pepper their way down my spine, I gulp against a lump in my throat when my fingertips reach the curls of his groin. Gliding my palm down his cock, I revel at the resistance of it against my hand because of how hard he is.

Idid that. That’s forme. Un-fucking-believable.

The satisfied sound he lets out makes my blood burn hotter. I feel his hand go to my hip and nudge.

“Turn over?” he asks.

I have so many questions, but I comply, settling onto my stomach. His body heat covers me like a blanket. It’s so strange, like being… found. When his lips brush against the back of my neck, I close my eyes at the shiver the chaste contact sends through me. How can so little evoke so many sensations?

Moving lower, he traces the lines of my back with his nose and lips, stopping occasionally to place more kisses. His palm runs down the outside of my hip, a slow, delicate caress that doesn’t end when he reaches the middle of my thigh. He returns with a brief detour of his fingertips over the globes of my ass.

I’m fucking dead. Kill me now.

He wondered what I thought of his bed? Well, I want to tell him it’s going to have a six-inch-deep puncture in it if he keeps this up.

“What are you doing?” I laugh.

His stomach settles onto my ass, his chest fitting against the small of my back. Trailing his open palm up my ribcage, hewhispers, “Making up for lost time,” and presses another kiss to the center of my spine.

Fuuuuck.

This is not going to end well… forme, but… I want it. It’s normal to want something you’ve never had, right? Freaking extended foreplay. Who knew?

Biting my lip, I bury my face in his pillow. It reeks of Aaron’s delicious scent and isn’t helping matters, but I let my body go lax like dead weight. I couldn’t move if I wanted to right now, save for the urge to rut into his mattress.

His fingertips dust the edge of my nipple as his tongue flicks the space between two of my ribs. I grunt against the urge to shudder.

I was wrong. He’s not sweet. He’s cruel as shit. How long do I have to lie here like this?

Those fingers move lower again, right to the hollow between my hip and thigh. He finds an opening and takes it. When his weight lifts an inch, I follow like a marionette. As soon as his hand wraps around my cock, he settles back onto me, effectively imprisoning my dick in his grip. My ass bucks backward into the hardness pressing against it. With nowhere for me to go, all that does is leave me gulping for even more air. God, it’s like being owned. Owned by Aaron.

Wouldn’t you love that?Some depraved, obsessed voice in my head whispers.

He gives me a stroke and I whine, fisting his pillow. Turning my head, I hope for a kiss. Something. Anything to put me out of this fast-building hysteria of arousal. His dick is like an afterthought to him though, leaking against the base of my ass, wasted. My ring flexes, begging, like it wants to grab him and pull him in.

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