Page 190 of Scattered Glitter

She’s not drowning anymore. She’s somewhere else, somewhere where the pain doesn’t reach, and it’s all I want for her.

Her fingers slip under the waistband of my boxers, and my cock twitches at the touch, a groan slipping from me. Before I can stop her, she lifts herself off my lap and pulls my boxers down just enough for my cock to spring free.

“Precious,” I grit out, a warning. “I said I won’t fuck you.”

She lowers herself again so my cock is trapped betweenus, her wetness making for a smooth glide, and I’m losing it. My hands clamp down on her hips, my teeth gritting together as I try not to thrust up into her. She’s warm, wet, and everything I’ve ever wanted.

“I want you, Koen,” she breathes out, mirroring my thoughts. “I want you so bad.”

And fuck, I want her too. But she’s lucid enough to wait, to trust me and not push until I’m ready to give. And that’s enough to keep my last thread of control from snapping.

Iamin control.

The thought brings me back to myself. She caught me off guard, pulled me along with her panic, but Iamin fucking control.

“You need to come, precious?” I ask, my voice thick with need that I don’t hide from her. She nods, her eyes glassy, a whimper escaping her throat.

“I need you inside me, please, Koen,” she begs. “Make me come, take me.”

And fuck. Just like that, I’m teetering, my resolve so close to shattering. Instead, I shift her beneath me, her back pressing into the mattress as I lean over her. Her eyes widen, anticipation and desperation swirling in them.

I let my fingers trail up her thigh, her skin soft under my touch, and when my fingertips find her pussy, stroking her, she moans, her hips arching toward me. I slip one finger inside her, pausing for a moment to feel her warmth surround me, and then I start to move, curling my finger as my thumb rubs her clit. Her whimpers turn into soft cries, her body responding beautifully to every stroke, every touch.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I murmur as I add another finger, my movements deliberate as I work her open, her wetness now coating both my cock and my fingers. “You’re perfect, you know that? This tight little pussy is so damn warm, so fucking perfectfor me. You’d take my cock so well, I know it. I’d stretch you out so good, fill you up just right.”

She tips her head back against the mattress and moans. Her back arches, making her tits bounce with every grind down on my hand. “Yes,” she gasps out in a desperate plea.

She clenches around my fingers, her hips rocking, forcing her to press harder against my hand, and I fuck her deeper, my thumb still circling her clit.

“Tell me, precious,” I growl out, brushing my lips against her ear. “Tell me how good my fingers feel fucking you. How good it feels to be taken care of.”

“So good,” she moans out breathily, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “It feels so fucking good, Koen. Please, don’t stop.”

“Damn right, I won’t,” I rasp, curling my fingers to find that spot inside her that will make her cry out and her entire body shudder. My gaze locks on her face, drinking in every shift in her expression, how her turmoil melts into pure, unfiltered pleasure.

I kiss down her neck and then even lower until I find her nipple. I suck gently, and she whimpers as her fingers thread through my hair, holding me there. My cock presses against her leg, painfully hard, throbbing with every gasp and cry she lets out. It’s still slick with her wetness, and I grind against her instinctively, the friction not enough to relieve the ache building low in my balls. Fuck, if she doesn’t come soon, I’m going to be coming all over her.

Her breaths shorten as her moans turn into desperate gasps, and her entire body coils tightly. My thumb moves steadily, my fingers still curled, and then she’s coming, her pussy clamping down on me as her entire body arches off the bed.

“Fuck,” I groan through clenched teeth, feeling her pulse around my fingers, her walls squeezing so tight it’salmost impossible to move them. I bite back a curse, forcing myself to keep my hips still as my cock twitches, desperate for release.

She’s beautiful like this, completely lost in the right way. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes squeezed shut, and her skin is glistening with sweat while she shudders, her tits bouncing with the movement.

Fuck, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Her green eyes are hazed, her lips swollen from biting down. She’s perfect, every inch of her, and all I want, no, all I need is to keep her like this, to keep her safe, to make her feel this good forever.

Preferably with my cock next time.

Slowly, I ease my fingers out of her and resist the urge to suck them clean, every nerve in my body screaming for more of her. Instead, I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re okay,” I whisper, resting my forehead against hers. “I’ve got you, precious. I’ve always got you.”

She nods after a brief hesitation, her body still trembling as I lay beside her. My boxers drag painfully over my cock as I pull them back up, wiping my fingers on the fabric in a futile attempt to focus on something other than the unbearable ache between my legs.

Her breaths are still ragged when I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close against my chest. She melts into me, her warm cheek pressing against my pec, and I reach down to tug the covers over us. Every brush of her skin against mine feels like torture for my still-hard cock, which throbs as if mocking my restraint.

In slow, gentle movements, I stroke her back, trying to calm her, even as every muscle in my body remains tense, coiled tight with sexual frustration. I kiss the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, and whisper, “We’ll talk about this.” My voice is hoarse, laced withtension I can’t quite hide. “We’ll talk about everything tomorrow. Right now, try to sleep again, okay?”

She immediately nods against my chest this time, and that trust makes me believe that whatever happens next, she’ll let me be right here, where she needs me.

Even with that knowledge, my mind is far from quiet. As she falls into a deep sleep, my thoughts race about the things we need to discuss. About what this means, about where this is going. Fuck, about birth control and safety. We’ve already gone way too far before discussing this.

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