Page 65 of Rescue Us

She nodded, a low moan leaving her.

“Good girl.” I fisted her hair and deepened the kiss, pumping my hand harder against her center.

She cried out.

Before she could come like I knew she wanted to, I quickly inserted a third finger into her.

She rode my hand for a couple more seconds, until she was finally falling apart in my arms. A rough scream left her as the release slammed into her.

“Fucking hell, pet. You’re beautiful.” I nipped her bottom lip, pulling my fingers from her body and bringing them up to my mouth. Sucking her juices off of them, I swallowed the sweet acidic desire coating them.

She shivered, sliding off my lap before lying down.

I moved in behind her, wrapping my arms around her middle. “Thank you, Ainsley,” I murmured.

She turned around, facing me and kissing me softly. “Thank you,” she whispered.

My eyes widened. I lifted my head, unsure if I heard her correctly or not. Even if it was just a whisper like I thought, the fact that she actually spoke, made me feel like the mother fucking king of the damn world.

Ainsley

Cyrus: Wear somethingcomfortable. We’re going to take a little drive for our date this evening.

Me: Okay, I’m looking forward to it.

Cyrus: Me too, pet.

Me: Have a good day.

Cyrus: You too.

I sighed, put my phone away, and went back to listening to Cheesy instruct the current class learning American Sign Language. While they did actually speak well, I knew that they appreciated having other options when they didn’t feel like using their words.

As much as I tried paying attention though, I couldn’t help but think back to that delicious night a few weeks ago. We hadn’t gone on another date outside of hanging out at my apartment. Cyrus didn’t want to overwhelm me and would bring flowers and dinner over every Friday evening since. Sex was still off the table, but we kissed, touched, shared a few more orgasms between us and just spent time together. Foreplay with him left me aching for more but we both knew that I hadn’t been ready to go all the way. Not until recently. I just didn’t know how to let it be known that I wanted him to fuck me.

Cyrus and I had spent many hours kissing, cuddling, touching. I had wanted to have sex with him but was thankful when he told me that we wouldn’t. Not yet. I often wondered if a part of me didn’t expect to just do it because that seemed to be the normal thing. But when he turned it down, it was like a sense of relief washed over me instead.

I already knew it was going to happen. For whatever reason, I had never even considered it with any other guy. Even a couple guys I had dated as a teen wanted sex. Instantly.

I scoffed.

“Ainsley?”

My head snapped up, finding Cheesy and a couple of the students looking my way.

My cheeks flamed.Sorry.

Continue practicing with each other, Cheesy instructed before heading toward me. He sat on the couch beside me, stretching out his long legs in front of him.

“How was your date with Cyrus?”

My head whipped around.You know about that?

He chuckled. “Word travels fast. Cyrus doesn’t date. Neither does Sammy. So when a woman catches their eye, people notice.”

Interesting.

“He likes you. He’s hardly at the clubhouse anymore.”

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