Page 93 of My Mistake To Make

His tongue dips out and runs across his bottom lip, and his eyes become hooded and dark. I undo the buttons and push the denim down my legs, stepping out of them and climbing onto the bed.

Kneeling between his calves, I run my fingers over the dark hair coating the muscular legs, up to his strong thighs, and back down to his ankles. I watch his chest rise and fall, and I take in the way his biceps bulge as he pushes his hands under his head, and I smirk, suspecting that’s to keep from touching me.

I watch his dick harden and pulse as arousal takes over, and I grip the bottom of my cropped shirt before bringing my gaze back to his face in time to see him squirm—his nostrils flaring as his throat bobs.

Pulling off my shirt and throwing it to the mattress, I revel in the way he looks me over, taking in every curve. Doug has ways of making me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

‘Don’t touch me until I tell you you’re allowed to.’ I voice is almost a whisper as I crawl forward, lowering my chest to brushmy breasts along his dick and kiss his stomach, then his chest, until I climb up to straddle his abdomen.

‘Ugh, baby,’ he groans. ‘You’re killing me.’

I sit upright and take in the way his fists grip the pillow beneath his head. Midafternoon sunlight streams into the room, making his hazel eyes glow intensely. God, he really is beautiful.

I trace the patterns on his chest with my fingertips, loving how he shivers when I stroke the sensitive skin covering his collarbone. I lean down to replace my fingers with my mouth, kissing and sucking gently before lowering down his chest a little and flicking my tongue across his nipple.

‘You’re feeling naughty today.’ He groans, low and slow.

‘Just trying it on, seeing if it fits.’ I close my lips around his nipple and suck lightly.

‘Oh,’ he hisses.‘It fits. Like a glove.’

I sit upright again, meeting his heated stare as I reach behind my back to unclasp my bra and take it off.

‘Fuck me.’ He moans, and I chuckle.

‘Not yet.’

I cup my breasts in my hands, watching his eyes widen as my thumbs drag across my nipples.

‘I never imagined I would enjoy sex,’ I say, my voice husky as my own desire amps up. ‘You showed me how wrong I was. You have turned me on since the day I met you.’

My hands come to his abdomen as I push back, dragging my damp panties over his erection and making him squirm beneath me. I adjust my body to kneel between his thighs and drag my fingernails down over the taut muscles of his abdomen. His sharp inhale, and the way he trembles under my touch makes me smile. I’m doing that. I’m causing that reaction in him, and fuck, if it doesn’t turn me all the way on.

I run my fingers up the inside of his thighs, marveling at the way his erection bobs and swells, the thick head red andglistening with the bead of his arousal gathering at the tip. I dab my finger against the moisture and pull it away, watching the string of precum stretch, connecting us before I bring my finger to my mouth, tasting him as he inhales deeply, and his dick stiffens further.

Wrapping my hand around the hard length, I make a conscious note of the impressive thickness. I’ve touched him before. I have made him come with my hands and seen him naked more times than I can count, but I was always under his spell. Too in the moment to take it all in. This is at my pace, my control, and I’m going to remember it all. I twist my hand as I slowly pump up and down, the loud, long exhale that leaves his parted lips spurring me on.

Lowering my head, I glance up at him to find him watching intensely.

‘You don’t have to…’

We’ve talked about this, me going down on him, and he knows I’m nervous. It’s not that I’ve never done it, I have, but it was with someone too selfish to consider my needs. It was with someone who demanded it whenever I was on my period because itwasn’t his fault we couldn’t have our scheduled sex. With Doug, it’s entirely different. When I had my period a week ago, he cooked for me, held me, stroked my hair, and used one of my vibrators to make me forget all about my cramps; and that was before he showered with me, pressing me against the tiles and lifting my leg so he could slide into my body and make me call his name into the steamy air. He’s erasing every bad experience, rewriting every moment I thought I had wasted before him, so it’s time to erase this one.

‘I want to. You just might need to help me.’

Truth is, Jamie controlled it, all I had to do was kneel and open my mouth, and other than that, I don’t know what to do.

‘I won’t. Trust your instincts.’

I do. I see the way he looks at me like he wants to devour me. I see the way he clenches his jaw and his fists when we’re around people, and he can’t touch me. I feel the way he worships my body every time we’re alone. No, I don’t need help. I can do this.

Fisting him, I lower my head and lick the bead of moisture away with the tip of my tongue. The salty, tangy taste of him explodes on my tongue as Doug jolts beneath me, and I smile, trying again, this time circling my tongue around the head of his dick.

‘Fuck.’ He exhales, spurring me on to open my mouth and wrap my lips around him. I flick my tongue against the tight seam under the head and then circle it, wetting my lips in the process.

I pump slowly with my fist as I take him into my mouth more, bobbing slowly up and down and adding a little suction. There’s no way I’ll be able to take all of him, so my hands are going to have to share the workload.

‘Baby,’ he groans, ‘Can I touch you, please?’Oh,well, I like how he begs.

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