Page 68 of Hiding Secrets
“Okay. Good, I wouldn't want to distract you from your duties.”
“You sound so formal.”
“Sorry. It’s been a long afternoon.” She looks down again.
“I’d love for you to distract me from my duties, by the way.”
“Oh.” I untie the towel from her hair and let her damp blonde locks cascade around her face.
“Beautiful.” I brush the hair from her face, letting my hand cup the back of her head to pull her into me. I need a taste of her, of those lips, her skin. “This okay?”
“Yes.” She leans into my movements, and I let my other hand pull her hips into mine as I slam my mouth onto hers.
I’m graced with a whimper that leaves her lips, and I devour it completely.
I tease her lips with my tongue and she grants me access, tracing her own onto mine when it enters her mouth. Her hands land on my chest and slide down my button-up shirt, stopping at my belt buckle. I can feel her hands shaking, her body starts to tremble.
I pull back, “Is it too much?”
“No.” Her answer is breathy, “I’m just nervous.”
“I make you nervous?” My face furrows at her admission.
I get why she would be nervous, she’s never done this with me. Even with the pull between us, I never caved like this until we had that talk with Kameron. When she admitted she wanted me. It’s been the only thing on my mind as of late. The way she said yes…to me.
“You all make me nervous.”
All of us?
“And what about this moment is making you feel this way?”
“Because what I want to do…” she clears her throat and rubs her thighs together. Our girl is needy right now. Whatever she had in mind had her ready. I wanted to ease that ache I knew was growing inside of her, “I’ve never done it before.”
“What do you want to do, Elliott?” She looks away from me, but I softly grab her chin. “Don’t be embarrassed about what you want.”
I don’teverwant her to feel that what she wants from me, from us, iswrong. Not when all her life she’s been told what she should think is right. No, I wanted her to find herself again in the shattered pieces they left. I knew when she did, she would be the most beautiful mosaic piece I will ever see.
And that was saying something, cause even with all her broken pieces, she was utterly breathtaking.
Her eyes hooded slightly, “I want to taste you.”
I inhale slowly, “You were tasting me.” I kiss her lips gently.
“I want totasteyou.” She drags her trembling hand and rubs it against my hard dick.
Fuuuck…
My eyes roll as the motion of her hands speeds up. She watches me through hazy eyes, loving my reaction to her touch. “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to.” I reassure her.
As much as I want to feel her full lips on me, watching as my cock sinks into her mouth, I also didn’t want to push her too far too quickly.
She starts to get on her knees, “I don’t have to, I want to.” She grabs the belt on my pants, beginning to unbuckle it and her finger fumbling with the latch a few times, but she manages. She unzips my dress pants and I lift my hips, helping her pull them down along with my briefs. My cock springs out in front of her, her eyes widened at the suddenness.
She licks her lips as she keeps her eyes fixated on it, my cock twitches at the sight of her hungry eyes. She looks up to me, “Talk me through it, please? I want to make sure it feels good for you.”
“No matter what you do, it’s gonna feel amazing.” I run my fingers through her hair.
“Please,sir?” I clench my jaw at the sound of that name leaving her lips…for me.
