Page 41 of The Crush
I go slowly, carefully, watching for any signs of hesitation, but she doesn’t show anything but an innocent excitement as I strip her down and situate her on my bed. Fastened to the rungs of the headboard, the tie wraps around each of her wrists, secure enough that she won’t immediately slip free but loose enough that she can escape if she wants.
I test the binding once more, bracing myself over her now that I’ve stripped down as well and trying to focus even with the way she keeps rolling her hips toward me. Satisfied with my work, I lean down to tease my mouth against hers until she’s wordlessly asking for more.
My forehead presses into hers.Christ, I’m going to enjoy this.
I work my way down in precise stages, devoting attention to the column of her neck, the curve of her shoulder, the rise and fall of her chest.
By the time I reach that first peak and start to suck on the sensitive tip of her breast, she’s already squirming beneath me, little moans slipping free as she presses her thighs together. I allow it. For now.
“Mi bonita,” I murmur before kissing a path to the other side of her chest, my tongue circling her nipple until it’s hard enough for me to catch with my teeth. Her back arches, fingers grasping the tie as she tries to get me to give her what she wants.
Denying her for once, I sink a little lower, pausing to bite and suck a mark into her skin beneath her breast. Easy to hide, though I don’twantto hide anymore. I run a path down her stomach, skim down her sides, grab her waist when she bows her back again and moans my name.
Then I move lower, settle myself between her legs, kiss my way up her inner thighs. With my shoulders in the way, she can’t press them together now. The next time she gets relief, it’ll have to be from me.
My tongue drags over her entrance, my fingers parting her so I can be thorough. She’s already so slick, so wet, that my fingers slide in easily to press against that spot that makes her whine while my mouth claims her clit.
I know the second she’s about to tip over the edge. I feel her tensing, hear her breathing pick up, and I wait until the last instant… Then I pull away, rest my chin against her leg as I watch her reaction.
Isabel lifts her head, staring down at me with a dazed expression. “What are you…”
“I’m making it so you don’t have to think.” I tenderly kiss the inside of her leg. “Not right now.”
I’m true to my word. By the time I slowly work her back up to that edge and pull away for a third time, need is all she knows. My name mixes with a steady stream of moans and whimpers, and I wait until it’s slipped away from her again before starting over.
“I know, bonita. One more time, and I’ll let you come.”
Her thighs press against both sides of my head as I put my mouth back on her, and this time, she’s shaking slightly as she pleads with me not to stop.
It won’t take much. She’s already wound so tight. A little more, a little longer and—
The sound of the front door shutting breaks my focus.Oh, fuck.
I rise up on my knees and, judging by the volume at which Isabel whines this time, I’m certain she’s not remotely aware the two of us are no longer alone. My hand clamps across her mouth as she stares up at me with desperate eyes.
Had my dad gotten back early or had I lost track of time? I keep listening to the sounds from the kitchen, then the living room TV clicking on.
“Isabel, you have to be quiet for me, okay?” I whisper to her as I settle down beside her, keeping my hand over her mouth while the other dips back between her legs. “Have to be good for me.”
Her eyes squeeze shut and her head tips back as my thumb finds her clit again, and I murmur to her the entire time. Right as I feel her about to break, I replace my hand with my mouth over hers.
Her cry is silent when the force of it hits, but still I feel like I absorb it, the impact of her climax magnified by how long I kept it from her. As it rolls through her, I tug at the tie, the knot immediately falling loose so I can drag her up against me. Her freed hands grip my arms, my chest, scrambling against me for purchase on a still-crumbling cliff.
“Did so well,” I tell her again and again. “My perfectgirl.”
Her breathing starts to even out as her body fully relaxes into mine. Not stirring again until the house is quiet once more, though I’m still wide awake to hear her whisper my name.
“Need you.” Those two words keep tumbling out of her mouth as she pulls at me until I’m on top, and though I don’t hold anything back from her now, I’m still too afraid to admit how much I need her, too.
Afterward, she curls herself tight to me, my body likewise wrapping around hers. She hasn’t asked to be taken back yet, and I’m not about to volunteer, not when she’s so comfortable and warm next to me.
“You don’t have to think either,” she murmurs eventually before falling asleep, her cheek resting on my chest. “Not right now.”
Hours later, right before the sun starts to rise, we both wake, some internal alarm clock forcing us to consciousness before we’ve run out of time. I pull up to the back corner of her property about fifteen minutes later, and she gives me one more lingering kiss before she prepares to make a run for it.
“I’ll see you in a couple hours, okay?” I tell her as she hesitates with her hand on the inside door handle.
She nods and smiles, no tears this time at least. “See you at church, Daniel Ríos.” She jumps out, calling over her shoulder, “You better be on your best behavior.”
