Page 36 of Touch Her and Die
“You’ll need to guess, babe.”
She ran her hands over her body. Running them over that beautiful and slightly bruised skin that just made her, her.
My cock pressed against my pants at the little moan she let escape between those beautiful lips as she touched herself. Touched her clit, sliding her index finger down her slit.
I shot up and grabbed her.
“This is mine, princess,” I said and grabbed her pussy, letting my hands hold her and pressing the middle finger of her own hand down as she used to it spread herself. I put more pressure as I pulled her finger against the sensitive bud between her legs.
“Show me I’m yours, Parks.”
Her words stoked the burn inside me. I wouldn’t live without her, and I would take everything she offered.
She let me stroke her as her free hand fumbled with my pants. The car had been nothing but a small release to something inside me that needed to explode.
The chill of the room hit me as she freed me from my pants.
I turned her and pushed her onto the bed, shucking my pants and ripping off my t-shirt.
“Princess, I will show you every damn day that you’re mine. Just never leave me.”
The words shook me, but I meant them. I hadn’t realized it until now how much I was willing to change and give up for her.
Nothing had ever felt like it was my life, not until her.
She slid herself higher on the bed and I crawled over her naked body. Almost naked body. I grabbed for the bra, finding the knife and slicing the thing off her.
She giggled. The sound spoke to my soul and fuck. I think I had this all wrong.
She wasn’t mine. I was hers.
No more delays. No more reasons. I needed to claim her again and this time, I wanted to leave a mark on her soul.
My cock was throbbing for her. The bed wasn’t huge, and I crawled over it to climb her body. My cock, its length brushed over her slick pussy as I claimed her lips. Tasting them slowly and fully.
Every inch of her would be kissed and cared for and loved.
I played with her nipple between my fingers. Every single moan and buck of her body pushed me on. I loved the way she arched her back, pressing herself against my thigh as I shifted.
“Not yet, princess.”
She whimpered, and I kissed down her jaw to her neck, stopping at her breasts where I licked and nipped and made sure she was panting for more.
I kissed down her ribs, stopping at every little bump and bruise and nick until I stopped right between her legs.
Her fingers tangled in my hair. I licked the line of her sweet little cunt. My finger slid easily through her folds. My tongue explored her, finding her clit, and I licked and sucked and moaned as she bucked against my fingers as I pressed them into her core.
It didn’t take long before she cried out. Her fingers pulled my hair and her core pulsed over my digits. Only then did I break. Looking up at her from my favorite seat in the house, I flicked at her clit just once more.
“Still unsure who belongs to who?”
She smirked even though her eyes were half hooded and she couldn’t seem to say anything between sucking in gulps of air.
She released my hair, and I moved up her, sitting back on my haunches.
“You’re fucking perfect, Halle. Perfect.”
Her hands roamed her body, putting on a show for me. A moment passed, my own body growing desperate before she quirked a finger up at me.
