Page 157 of Beautifully Wounded

“Do you think you’d like to feel my fingers inside you, Abs? To feel my skin on yours. Gliding through your wet folds and spreading you wide?”

Her rubbing speeds up as she whimpers incoherently.

Fuck yes. I want her to take what she needs. Lose control and let herself go.

“I want to sink my fingers inside you, while I lick your clit,” I rasp, shifting closer so I can feel her panting breaths over my lips, and then I get really fucking game. “Fuck, baby, I want to fuck you with my tongue.”

I flick my tongue out then, grazing her lips, and she gasps before latching onto it and sucking it in.

Fucking hell, my cock jerks, and need slams into me, making my whole fucking body vibrate with the desire to claim her.

Before I realise what’s happening, Abbey shifts under the sheet, her other hand dragging her shorts down before she desperately presses my fingers to her bare, wet flesh.

I moan, claiming her lips as we both start fucking each other’s mouths, and I have to remind myself to not do any more than this, because this wasn’t part of the fucking deal I made her.

But she’s going with it. Taking my lips and devouring my kiss, all while she uses my fingers to drag her slick juices from between her folds to her clit before she finally lets go.

“Fuck, Abs. I’m going to come again,” I admit against her lips, and she whimpers a loud yes, mashing her clit with my fingers so fast that I’m surprised a fire doesn’t erupt from the friction.

“Cam,” she cries, using my real fucking name, which I gotta admit, does something to me, and then she goes silent, as if she’s holding her breath, fighting to get herself over the line.

“I’m coming,” I lie, because I know that’s what she needs, and just like I predicted, she gasps right before she explodes in a shattering orgasm.

My lie is no longer, my balls tightening, my spine tingling, and pleasure rippling through me for the second time before I’m covering the sheet between us with my seed.

She doesn’t let up on her clit, using my hand, my fingers to wring every rippling wave of pleasure from herself, until she finally stills, pressing my fingers between her folds as her slickness pools at her entrance.

Fuuuck, my fingers are so close. How easily I could sink them in and take control.

I’d make it my mission to replace every awful memory she’s had there with new ones, and then some.

But I can’t. Not now. Not yet.

Never have I had to have so much restraint.

34

This morning I woke up in Ringo’s arms. He was still naked, and I was still fully clothed, but everything felt different.

I know we didn’t have sex. That’s still a hurdle I’ll have to figure out, but what we did share together means so much more than anything I’ve experienced.

He gave me control.

I didn’t have to demand it. Fight for it. Beg for it. He just gave it to me, because he knew that’s what I needed.

I wonder if he’ll ever truly know how much that means to me.

I guess I could tell him, and maybe I will tonight, when we are alone again. Just him and me hidden away in his bed.

I hope he lets me touch him again like I did. I know I shouldn’t have done that without asking first. I’m feeling guilty about that, especially since I feel so strongly about consent. I don’t evenhave an excuse for it other than I was driven by this insatiable need churning deep inside me that controlled my actions.

Still, it doesn’t make it right.

“What’s the frown for?” JD asks, bumping me with his shoulder as we stand in the shade, our eyes trained on the chaos in the middle of the courtyard where the Doxies are lined up with white t-shirts that are ten sizes too small for them as some of the men squirt their chests with huge water guns.

“Shouldn’t they be like working or something? Lockdown ended on Wednesday night. Surely, they have better things to do.”

JD chuckles. “Yeah, you would think so, wouldn’t you? But it’s Friday.”

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