Page 42 of The Sinner: James

A moment passes as I gently knead his neck, push up on my toes, tilt my face up, and pull him closer before breathing over his lips.

“I want you to teach me, James...” I whisper.

He tenses, his erection stirring, a long exhale leaving his lips. Turned to stone as if mulling over something, he fleetingly hesitates before slipping his hand inside my top and tenderly moving it up my spine.

Goosebumps dot my skin, my nipples hard against his chest.

I wish he unfastened my bra to free my breasts, yet his hand goes still.

“I’m not the man for that...” he says in a quiet, gravelly voice.

“How can you tell if you’re not even trying?”

“I know more than you do.”

Stroking his lips with my fingers, I smile.

“Then you must know… I’m perfect for you,” I say, slowly tilting my face up again while his lips move closer to my mouth.

Cuffing his neck, I breathe into him, my nostrils flaring with pleasure as I inhale his masculine scent.

“I want you, James,” I murmur against his lips.

He gets warm, his muscles hard like rocks.

Our lips connect as I tenderly kiss him––a soft touch, like tasting exquisite wine.

I take a breath and kiss him again. He opens his lips this time and kisses me back.

“Mmm...” I moan as our tongues connect into a sensual dance, pleasurable sensations cascading through me.

A soft pulse throbs between my legs.

“Oh, my...” I whisper.

I hold on to him as he slides his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss.

My skin vibrates with pleasure, my center tingling like he’s entered me.

Clenching my thighs, I relish the sensation––the throbbing flesh, engorged flesh, and slick wetness––while longing for that to be true.

Quickly reaching a pleasurable high, I fuel his hunger by pressing myself into his groin and trembling––showing him how delighted I am.

He’s hard, thick, big, and eager to pound me.

Heaving and quivering, I run my fingers down his torso, anxious to fill my hand with him.

He breaks the kiss and steps back, stopping me at once.

I stagger back as well, my hands clawing at the air.

“James?”

A whooshing sound comes to me first before his firm touch lands on my hand, and he leads me to a different room.

Cold tiles pave the floor. We’re in the bathroom.

He connects my hand to the sink and turns the faucet on.

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