Page 99 of Skating the Blue Line
“And why did you stop?” I ask, taking her nipple between my fingers and giving it a tongue.
The way she lets out a moan tells me that she is a lot more sensitive than she was before.
“Because my toy had to recharge,” she groans as if remembering the fact.
“Hmm I’m going to take a wild guess that you weren’t able to get where you wanted to before it died.”
My hand leaves her chest and travels down to her stomach.
In all the time that she has been pregnant, I have never touched her stomach. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to.
I wanted to sit on the couch and talk to the baby, maybe even let her listen to music, or just sit there until I felt her kick. But I had it in my head that it would be way too intimate and not something that I should do.
Now I’m taking advantage of it while I can.
Chloe shakes her head. “No, I wasn’t able to.”
“Do you want to now?” My hands slides down from her stomach to the top of her pussy. I guide my fingers through her folds once and when she lets out a shudder, I pull away just slightly.
She’s sensitive everywhere.
“Yes, please,” she says, letting out a moan in the process.
“How are you touching yourself? Like this.” I circle her clit just enough to cause her back to arch. “Or were you just letting the toy rest against your clit?”
A whimper escapes from between her lips. “No. I wasn't touching myself like this.”
“What are you doing?” I continue my motions against her clit and I’m trying to control myself and not give a lot too quickly.
“I was sliding it inside of me.”
“Like this?” I ask sliding my fingers down to her entrance and tease her with one finger and then two. She’s so wet already, my cock is going to slide in so easily.
Chloe lets out a gasp as one of my fingers slide into her. “Oh my God.”
“Is this how you were touching yourself, sweetheart?” I ask, letting the palm of my hand rub against her clit to give her more friction.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to keep touching you?”
“Yes, please.” she pants out.
I give her a nod, closing the distance between us even more if it’s even possible and placing my lips an inch away from her ear. “Tell me that you’re mine tonight. Tell me that any rule that we put in place is void, at least for tonight. Tell me that I can have you in any way that I can and come morning, you won’t regret a single thing. Tell me that you will be a good girl and beg.”
A hand lands on my face and it pulls me back just a bit. Just enough for me to look at her in the eyes as she responds.
“I’m yours tonight. All rules are void. You can have your way with me and I won’t regret it in the morning. And I promise you that you will have me begging for every little thing.”
There is no hesitation as I slam my mouth against hers and kiss her.
There is nothing simple or sweet about the way my mouth dances with hers. It's all hunger and desperation and no matter how long my dances with hers, I want more.
So much fucking more. I’ve been wanting to kiss her like this for months, and its finally happening.
I won’t be holding back tonight.
Not a single fucking bit.
