Page 8 of Love Me in the Dark
“Yes, we can. It’s just you and me.”
I let my hand run up the arm draped over me, finally stopping at his shoulder. “Please. Touch me. Let me have this.”
The way he growls is almost enough to make my hair stand on end. “You know what?” To my surprise, he sits up abruptly and unties the knot at my ankle. “You want me so much? Prove it. Prove this isn’t just a way for you to get me all twisted up.”
“What do you want me to do?” I sit up, puzzled, feeling a little guilty that he resents me so much. But there’s no room for that now. I need to think about tomorrow and what happens after the so-called delivery.
“Stand up. Take off your dress. Show me how much you want me.”
I should be repulsed by the idea. By the way he says it, so cold and resentful.
I’m anything but. The heat that was already stirring between my thighs explodes into something strong enough to make me tremble. I can’t pretend something about this doesn’t excite me. Having his eyes on me as I stand up and turn to face him.
He inhales sharply when I lift the dress over my head and toss it on the foot of the bed quickly because, otherwise, I’ll lose my nerve. Reflex makes me fold an arm over my boobs and cover my mound with the other hand. I bite my lip, staring at the floor.
“Show yourself to me.” When I flinch, he growls. “Leona. Show me how much you want me.”
I don’t know if I hate this or if it’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to anyone, anywhere. Wetness fills my slit, and my nipples go hard as bullets when I force myself to look him in the eye before letting my hands fall to my sides.
He breathes deeply, taking me in with hungry eyes that have gone almost black. “Touch yourself.” The bulge in his pants twitches when he says it. Something about that makes me groan helplessly. He wants me that much. He’s helpless, the way I am.
It’s his bulge I watch while I cup my pussy and drag my middle finger through my wetness. The first touch of what’s already hot and swollen makes me shiver—then gasp when my finger makes contact with the throbbing bundle of nerves threatening to kill me if there’s no relief.
“Lie down.” He makes room for me, his eyes never leaving my body as I stretch out across the bed again. “Show me your pussy. Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this, but then everything happening is unbelievable. All I can do is hold on to the pleasure now making my breath come quick, and my body hum. There’s something so dirty about this, so wrong, but I don’t want to stop. And I want to see how far I can go.
“That’s right,” he whispers, and the sound of it makes me moan. “Show me how much you want it. Prove it to me.”
I plant my feet on the bed and lift my hips, racing to the end. How many times have I done this alone in my room, holding back my moans the way I’m doing now, working my body into a frenzy? Only this time, he’s watching. He’s here with me, and the sound of his breathing and his deep, rich voice talking me through it makes everything more intense. Sweeter and hotter.
I’m so close. Almost there…
I gasp in shock when he pulls my hand away, rough, with no explanation.
That is until he plunges his head down and uses his tongue to part my lips and massage my clit.
It’s like I stuck my finger in a socket. White heat explodes in my core, my body tenses, and it’s like fireworks going off in my head as the most intense orgasm of my life slams into me and leaves me shaking, whimpering, and struggling to stay quiet when all I want to do is scream.
But I can’t. It’s too dangerous. All I can do is ride it out until he lifts his head and rolls away from me. I’ve never felt so exposed and vulnerable and alive.
I want more. I need it. The connection and pleasure. Everything that was kept from me while I was here. That’s what makes me sit up and unzip his pants before he can say a word. He’s still hard, and a wet spot has spread across the front of hisshorts. I pull them down and leave his thick, heavy dick to spring free, swaying slightly and glistening at the tip.
“What are you doing?” he finally asks before I take him into my mouth all at once. I’m not sure what I’m doing, and I’m probably fumbling around like an idiot, but I need to make him feel the way he made me feel. I need to give this back to him somehow.
Any worry about not doing it right dissolves at his first soft moan. “Oh, Leona…” He buries his hands in my hair, holding my head while I bob up and down. He leaves a salty taste on my tongue when I run it around the mushroom head. I can’t tell if his strangled groan means I did it right or not. He’s not stopping me, so it must feel good, so I do it again before taking as much of him into me as I can.
“Just like that.” He’s breathing faster and harder, and his hips jerk while he surges in my mouth. “Don’t stop. Just a little more. Oh, Leona, yes.”
And all at once, he fills my mouth with his cum, one blast after another that hits the back of my throat. I swallow it sloppily but eagerly, almost proud of myself for doing a good job.
When it’s over, I pull back to let him fall from my lips, a soft, tender feeling in my chest. Like now that we’ve been together at our most vulnerable, something deeper than lust has taken root. He’s breathless, flushed, and his eyes are closed. He’s even more beautiful in the moonlight spilling over the bed.
How am I supposed to leave him tomorrow?
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ELIJAH
