Page 57 of Rectify

I stare at her pointedly. “You’re going to pay for that one.”

She gives me a cheeky wink, before stretching over and getting the plates and spoons.

As if I’m sitting on the floor in primary school, my shoes are off, legs crossed and I’m waiting for Sasha’s next instruction.

“Here.” She hands me the plate, with what looks like some type of sweet pastry. “This is Brioche cake. It’s heaven in your mouth.”

“I beg to differ,” I murmur, taking it off her. “So, you’re not going to feed me?”

“And what? Wait for you to finish before eating my own?”

“That seems like the polite thing to do.”

Pulling the plate out of my hand, she sticks the spoon into centre of the cake and splits it down the middle. Custard oozes out, and she moans. A full on orgasmic moan.

She’s trying to fucking kill me.

She picks up a spoonful, and waits for me to open up. Stupidly, I do, and she turns the spoon right back around and puts the cake in her mouth.

She practically purrs at the taste, and my dick comes to life at the sound. Gripping the plate out of her hand, I take hold of the spoon and feed her the next bite.

The mood shifts the second I take control, mischief dancing in her eyes as she obediently opens her mouth. Invested in the game, she licks and sucks the custard off the spoon, the same way she did my cock.

There’s two more scoops of this cake and then all bets are off. Heat radiates off us, the anticipation impossible to ignore. With one last stroke, she cleans the spoon with her mouth and waits, knowingly, for me to pounce.

Like a lion, I’m on her in less than a second. We fall back on the couch, foregoing the foreplay and getting right down to naked.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” I growl into her mouth.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, wrapping her hand around my hard dick. “I was just enjoying my cake.”

“I got something else you can enjoy.” Reaching over, I stick my hand in my pants and grab a condom. I bring it to her mouth, and she bites the edge as I tear it the opposite way.

Sitting back on my haunches, I grip my cock, and she rolls it on. I cover her with my body. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, and I’m aching to be inside her.

I kiss my way down her neck, and land at her tits. They’re perfect in every way. The way they feel, the way they fit in my hands, the way she shivers when I suck on her nipples.

I keep at it, while my fingers dip lower to make sure she’s ready for me.

“You’re so fucking wet, and I haven’t even touched you.” Slipping inside with ease my two fingers pump in and out of her pussy.

“Your cock. Please,” she pants.

I stick my fingers in her mouth, the same time I slide my dick inside. Her cunt grips me tight, the tremors already swimming through her.

I drive into her, as if in any second she’s going to disappear and I need to get my fill.

“Fuck.” Our loud breathing fills the room. “I want you to ride me.”

Scooping her up, we sit upright and I’m so deep inside her, I never want to come out. Her eyes lock on mine, and I see it all. Everything inside my chest, is mirrored right there in her eyes.

The connection is there, the strands of something new, weaving its way around something old, and we’re both helpless on what happens next. In a perfect world our history wouldn’t be so painful, our timeline wouldn’t have an end, and our future wouldn’t be non-existent.

It’s right there, and either one of us can grab it, but just like old times, I don’t think either of us will.

Fear. Rejection. Heartache.

How many times can one person go through that in one lifetime?

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