Page 66 of On a Fault Line

Some guys can’t even walk past the feminine hygiene aisle at the grocery store without getting squeamish.

Yet here is Collins, possessively sliding two fingers into me—claiming me during a time in my life that I didn’t think he would find desirable.

“That feels so good,” I moan, leaning into him.

“I want to get to know all parts of you, in every season.” He swirls his fingers around, causing me to gasp. “I want to know even the parts that make you slightly uncomfortable. I crave that vulnerability, because it gives me the chance to convince your mind and body to align.” He pulls out his fingers just to push them back inside. “Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

“Hmmm…”

“We may not have everything figured out but just know that I am addicted to you. You are my greatest weakness and my greatest triumph. And I plan to savor our days together. Because I know that no matter how badly it will hurt me to let you go, it will hurt more to force you to stay.”

“But what if I wasn’t being forced? What if I want what we have created in the one hundred days?”

“It would be irresponsible for me not to allow you to fly, Princess. I have lived longer and had a chance to make mistakes and learn from them. You need that space to spread out and live as well.”

I don’t argue with him. Maybe he just needs time to realize that I’m willing to handle the fallout of us being together if it means that we get to choose one another after the embers turn to ash.

Shifting on his lap, I just try to live in the moment of Collins lazily finger fucking me, luring the pleasure I didn’t think I could feel at this moment from my body.

Resting his other hand over my lower abdomen, he massages it in a circular motion, applying just the right amount of pressure.

I moan at the loss of fingers when Collins slips his hand down toward my ass, sinking between my cheeks.

“I’ll have all of you, Penny.”

I know what he’s referring to, and I’m just not sure I’ll ever be able to get more than his one finger up in there. “I’ve never…”

“I’ll make you beg for it one day.”

I highly doubt that, but I also didn’t think having his finger there the other day would do anything either. And, well, I was driven crazy over that feeling of being full.

I allow Collins to continue to massage my most private area, toying and teasing with my backside entrance.

My body turns to mush as he caresses and plays with every erogenous zone, and I give him full access to do with me as he pleases.

When a hum escapes, it takes me a second to register it was from me. I never thought these types of touches would be able to harvest any pleasure from my already overstimulated body, but I was wrong.

Clearly, I don’t know my body as well as he does.

Collins has my mind playing tricks on me, making me enjoy things I didn’t think I’d ever consider. That’s the effect he has on my self-control.

My face twists with some cramps, feeling like the medicine has yet to kick in. Reaching for my mug, I sip my tea and then offer some to Collins.

I need a distraction, something that will help me to forget that my insides are shredding and shedding.

Detaching myself from Collins, I back up and give him space.

I can feel a wicked grin forming on my lips over his curiosity. “Up and out,” I instruct, slipping into my authoritative voice.

It’s all fake. I don’t have a dominant bone in my body in comparison to him. But this is too good of an opportunity to pass up.

I wait until Collins stands, his smirk in full-on display. Phew, he’s enjoying this as much as I am. That’s a relief.

“Now what?” he encourages.

“Butt on the edge of the tub. Legs slightly apart.” I give him a moment to adjust. “More.” I lower my voice. “You can do more.”

Collins looks at me as if I’m someone else. It’s kind of fun to keep him on his toes. “So bossy.”

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