Page 53 of The Lies Always Told

“It. Feels. So. Good. It. Hurts. Ugh. So. Good,” she adds.

“If you’re still forming coherent thoughts, baby girl, you aren’t feeling nearly enough. Drop your legs for me,” I groan against her ear, and she does. “Good girl. Don’t close yourlegs. Stay relaxed for me. Yeah?” I ask, looking in the mirror, and she nods. My fingers are still inside her, but now that she dropped her legs, I’m touching exactly where I wanted. I slide another finger in, and she moans, holding my face, bringing it to her neck.

“You want me to bite you again, my filthy girl?”

“Yes,” she coos, and I continue pumping my fingers as I place my mouth on the other side of her neck and bite. Her pussy contracts around my fingers, harder and harder as I press the tip of my fingers against that spot she loves.

“Fuuuuuck, Gus.”

“Andthat’s my favorite sound,” I moan in her ear, echoing the sentiment from before. “My name unraveling from your tongue.” I drop my mouth to the back of her neck and repeat the steps. Bite, suck, lick, suck again. Her pussy clenches harder, and her screams fill the room as I prolong her orgasm.

“You like it when I fuck you with my fingers don’t you?”

“Yes. Fuck yes.”

“You like it when I’m rough with your perfect little nipples, don’t you?” I ask, rolling her nipple between my thumb and my index finger.

“Yes,” she moans again, this time a higher pitch.

“This neck,” I say against her sensitive skin as I lick up her neck to her ear, “is mine. Your nipples,” I squeeze her entire breast and hold it in my palm, “are mine.”

“Oh my God, it’s too much, it’s too much,” she says frantically, not taking her eyes off the mirror, trying to close her legs. I shake my head no. I can see how she’s fighting whatever she’s feeling, but I want her so completely undone that she won’t be able to sit up straight. I want her so utterly fucked, I’m imprinted on her body and memory forever. I want to ruin her for everyone else. There won’t ever be anyone else, just like she has ruined me.

“This perfect needy pussy is mine.” I tighten my hold on her, pressing my palm against her clit and applying pressure asI pump faster and faster. Her pussy is incredibly tight but still pulsing. She’s not relenting, so neither will I. My eyes meet hers in the mirror, and I groan. “So pretty, taking what I give you. So pretty. So perfect. So mine.”

“Gus!” she screams loudly. I look at her face in the mirror to find tears streaming from the corner of her eyes. Her legs are shaking, and her arousal soaks my fingers and hand, glistening as it sprays. She tenses, but I don’t stop. I just slow my movements, letting her come down from her high.

“You are doing so well. Look how perfect you are. Just looking at you drives me wild, Nellie,” I praise her until her pussy stops strangling my fingers and her breathing starts evening out. Her entire body is shaking, so when I slide my hand out, I waste no time holding her, cradling her against my chest. “Such a good girl, baby. So pretty, so beautiful. Eres perfecta. Fuiste hecha para mi. Mi Nellie. Mi mujer. Mi amor.?1”

Her eyes flutter closed as her breaths even out, and her body slowly stops shaking. “That’s it, feel it all. I’m not going anywhere. Breathe.” I continue until she’s settled, and her body melts against mine. I stand, holding her against my chest, and walk us both to the now almost-full bathtub.

“That was—” she says, but a soft sob escapes her lips as I lower her into the warm water, letting her body sink into it, her head resting on the edge. I turn the water off.

“Shh, we can talk about it later. Now, you soak.” Her eyes are still closed, but her breathing is even now, her lips wearing a lazy smile. I kiss her forehead gently and step away to our bags to grab Nellie’s water bottle. I’m glad she never goes anywhere without it, because she will need plenty of water when I’m done with her.

I place the straw gently between her lips. “Drink some water,” I say, and with a lot of effort, shedoes. She takes four big sips and then sighs, removing her mouth from the straw and smiling again.

She opens her eyes slowly, looking at me through the glazed green eyes.

“I love the color of your eyes,” I tell her, caressing her cheek.

“They’re just green.” Her voice is groggy and lazy; she will need to take a nap soon.

“Do you know what my favorite color is?” She shakes her head, sinking deeper into the water. “Since I can remember, my favorite color has been blue. Blue like the sky before sunset, almost periwinkle. I noticed it for the first time after my first long hospital stay. It was a reminder of how beautiful life can be.”

“That’sbeautiful, Gus.”

“It is. But it’s not the prettiest color I’ve ever seen, so it changed. It’s not that blue anymore.”

“Then what is it?” Her eyes snap open to meet mine, and when I smile, she returns it.

“It’s Nellie green. My favorite color is Nellie green.” Her breath hitches, but I smile bigger. “Remember when I said we feel in music? If your eyes were music, they would be my favorite genre, and if your body were a song, I would play it on repeat.” I grab her hand and kiss each finger before kissing the palm of her hand and sliding it in the bathtub again.

“Be careful, Gus. You’re going to make me fall in love with you if you keep saying things like that,” Nellie says, eyes never moving away from mine. “And you told me not to.”

I don’t say anything, because I want to tell her to go ahead and fall in love with me. I want to tell her I’m already on the ground after falling for her, ready to catch her. But I don’t, because as much as I know I love her, I’m not good enough for her, and there are too many unknowns with my health right now to put on her plate. I fear our time is running out.

“Are you getting in?” she asks, splashing some water at me. “You probably need to take care of that boner you had earlier.”

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