Page 125 of Choosing Forever
His head falls forward as he groans and squeezes my lower thigh. “That’s my boundary, not yours. Give me something else.”
“No.”
It’s settled.
Darren looks up again, and I shudder all the way down to my toes at the starving look in his eyes. I’m weaker when it comes to him than I originally thought, but right now, I don’t see anything wrong with that.
“You can always change your mind,” he promises.
“I know.”
Watching him hesitate after being given approval, I decide it’s up to me to convince him that I really am okay with this. My dress is soft in my hand as I lift my hips and pull it out of the way. His hand is still frozen on the band of my tights, so I take the other side and push them down.
He watches with unbreakable concentration as I tap his fingers and urge them to do the same thing. We both stare at the nylon as it moves down my thighs and my black, lace panties appear.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice as tight as it is garbled.
I let that word run up my body before the heat of his palms smothers all other sensation. He creeps my tights down to my knees and leans over them, his shoulders pulling taut. The first stroke of his fingertips up my inner thighs yanks a mewled noise up my throat. I pant and let my head rest back against the couch as I sag into the cushion.
“You’re still sensitive here,” he notes, stroking me again.
The only thing I can do is nod.
My tights move to my ankles next. Darren lifts my right foot and takes the nylon off before moving to the left. Once they’ve joined his shirt on the floor, he moves between my legs and kisses each thigh. His mustache scrapes at my skin, bringing with it a sensation new to us.
I glance up at the ceiling when he loops my leg around his waist and brings his face to my centre. The puff of his breath across my panties is overwhelming in the best way. I’m not used to the sensation anymore.
“Darren, you don’t have to be . . .” I start.
He steals every thought from my mind once he mouths something I don’t recognize against my panties. My vision disappears when his mouth closes over my clit and sucks. Leg jerking where he’s got it around his side, I let loose a desperate noise that I think encourages the growl-like sound in his throat.
“Don’t have to be what?” he asks, digging his teeth into the lace and pulling. The rip that follows is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. Suddenly, I’m bared for him. “On my knees? It’s the only place I should be, Elle. The only fucking one.”
“I haven’t done this in a while,” I rush out, my lungs constricting around every quick inhale I manage. “I’m not sure I can come like this anymore.”
Two fingers slide over my slit before they spread me. Darren grits his teeth and presses the pad of his thumb against my clit, rubbing it softly. “If it works when you do it, it will for me.”
“Oh, my God.”
“Stop thinking and let me make you come, baby.”
I listen. It’s too hard to think when he sinks a finger inside of me, anyway. The pressure of his thumb is perfect as he starts flicking his wrist, his finger spearing into me at a slow, consistent pace. My lip burns from how deeply my teeth are buried, but I can’t remove them without risking screaming as the zaps of pleasure create a wet mess between my legs.
“You’re perfect,” he declares, almost like a prayer.
The wet slap of his palm meeting my swollen pussy with every glide of his finger heightens the intensity. I’m holding on to the cushion as I thrust against his hand, my muscles quivering. The ring—my ring—slides back and forth across his chest as he moves, increasing the intimacy of this moment.
“I sound . . .” I whimper, leaning forward on the couch to try and see us better.
It’s a desire that I’ve never had before. The intense need to watch us together, as if that’ll make it feel real instead of like a dream. Darren doesn’t question what I’m doing. He helps meinstead, reaching with his other hand to support my body as I hold myself up and watch him add a second finger.
The sight of us together is enough to make me come, but I shake my head, refusing.
“Nice and slick for me? Yeah, baby. You are. Don’t fight it. It’s not the only time,” he bites out, the gleam in his eyes downright feral as my arousal slips down his wrist. “I have a decade of missed time to make up for, so get me fucking wet and come.”
“Not yet!” I cry, digging my nails deep into his shoulder.
“Pull the top of your dress down.”
