Page 123 of Forbidden Harmony

His words sent pleasure spiraling throughher belly. “Okay,” she said, “but I can touch myself until I’m wet enough to takeyou.”

“No,” he said. His head didn’t move at allfrom the pillow. “Let me make you come, Sunshine.”

She gave in and shoved her panties down herlegs and off her feet. She spread her thighs to give him better access. His fingersrubbed and stroked and pulled on her clit as she clutched at his wrist.

“Oh gosh,” she whispered, “oh gosh, it feelsso good.”

She bit at her bottom lip. His head waspounding, he didn’t need to hear her talking right now. She concentrated onkeeping quiet, but as she grew closer and closer, low moans and whimpersspilled from her lips.

“That’s right,” Preacher said in a lowvoice. His hips were rocking ever so slightly, pushing his cock up and downthe crack of her ass. “I fucking love it when you come on my fingers, on mycock, on my face. Did you know that, baby?”

She moaned again and her hips arched as hiswords pushed her over the edge. She tried not to shake the bed too much as shecame and kept her mouth closed against the loud moans that wanted to escape.

When she could think straight again, shesat up. “Your turn. Lie on your back and I’ll ride you.”

He shifted onto his back and worry trickledthrough her when he made a groan of pain. “Keep your eyes closed,” she said.“I’m turning on the bedside lamp.”

She turned it on and studied his face. Histanned skin was pale, and pain was etched into every line of his face. Shecursed under her breath. She shouldn’t have let him give her an orgasm.

“Oh, honey,” she said as she stroked his broadchest, “how bad is it?”

“Not as bad as before,” he said. “Butstill pretty fucking bad.”

“You shouldn’t have given me an orgasm.”

“I wanted to,” he said.

She carefully straddled him. His hands cuppedher thighs as she pressed his cock against her entrance. “Are you sure youwant this and not a blowjob?”

“Yes,” he said. “Please, Sunshine.”

She pushed firmly. Her wet pussy slid downhis cock and he groaned, his hands digging into her thighs.

“I think you’ll have to do all the work,”he muttered.

“I know,” she said. “Don’t move, honey.”

She rode him slowly, trying not to jigglethe bed too much. He groaned, his hands kneading at her thighs but the rest ofhis body remaining still as she rocked up and down. She braced her hands onhis chest and rode him a little harder, watching his face carefully. The painwas easing from it and his breathing was becoming laboured.

“Okay?” she said.

“Fuck, yeah,” he whispered. “Your littlepussy feels so good, Sunshine. Can you go harder?”

She did what he asked, squeezing her inner muscleswith every downward stroke. He groaned. “Fuck, you keep doing that and I’mgonna come.”

“Don’t hold back, honey.” She moved faster.The motion of the bed didn’t seem to bother him, and she squeezed and releasedhim as his hips arched beneath her. Like before, he didn’t last long, and she groundher pelvis against him when he came with a hoarse moan. His entire body tensed,and he moaned again before collapsing on the bed.

She climbed off of him and slid off the bed.He was lying motionless on the bed and she patted his thigh. “I’ll be rightback.”

She used the bathroom quickly and then wentto the kitchen. She returned with a glass of water and rubbed Preacher’s leg.“Can you sit up for a minute and drink some water? I think you’re dehydrated.”

He sat up slowly and she rubbed the back ofhis neck as he drank the water. He kept his eyes closed and she rubbed hisneck again. “Is it better?”

“Yes,” he said. She could hear the reliefin his voice, and she pressed a quick kiss against his cheek.

“Good. Drink a bit more water and then youcan sleep, okay?”

He drank the rest of the water and she setthe glass on the nightstand before pulling the covers up.

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