Page 94 of Just (Fake) Married
“Get on the bed,” he said. The beds in this house were high and it wasn’t entirely graceful lifting one cheek and then the other and trying to scootch backwards.
Was I even wearing my good underwear? I glanced down, relieved it was my navy blue lacy panties.
“Lay back,” he said.
“Take off your shirt,” I shot back.
It really wasn’t fair how Dr. 5K looked, while I was just glad I didn’t have on my granny panties.
“Lay back, Harmony,” he said, and I did what he told me, laying back against the smooth comforter on his bed. The fire was taking the chill out of the room, or maybe it was the heat flaring inside me. I wasn’t sure which. He stepped forward, parting my legs with his. The inside of my knees felt his jeans and I swallowed, staring up at the beams in the ceiling.
His hand cupped my chin and then my throat, making me lift my head and arch my back. He slid that hand from my neck, to my chest and then my breasts. He slipped his finger beneath the cup of my bra, teasing my nipple. I moaned in my throat. His hand slipped down my belly to the edge of my underwear.And there he stopped. I held my breath, waiting for him to keep going, but he didn’t.
I lifted my head to find him staring at me. At my body. He nudged my legs out wider, and to accommodate him, I braced my heels on the bed frame and let my knees fall open.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Just like that.”
He stepped closer, and in one quick, almost shocking move, he grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them down. I lifted my ass and straightened my legs, letting him get them off me.
He leaned forward and kissed my breasts. Sucked my nipple through the fabric of my bra. And then bit, just a little. Enough to send a groan out of my throat. He kissed his way down my stomach, his hands cupping my breasts, pulling the cups down on both sides so it was like I was being offered up. It felt dirty.
In the best possible way.
All of this felt dirty. His silence. His eyes on me while mine were locked on the celling. The slide of his body between my legs as he got down on his knees beside the bed.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes.
“Look at me,” he said, his breath feathering between my legs. I was so hot and so wet, his breath felt cool. “You’ve made up all the rules so far, Harmony,” he said. His fingers pinching my nipple, his breath all over my pussy. “Give me this. Look at me.”
I lifted my head and looked down where he was crouched over my body. My knees framed his face and his eyes reflected the fire. His hands slid down my body to my knees, which he shoved wider, and I whimpered.
“I don’t even have to look, do I?” he asked, his lip lifted in a sardonic smile. “I can feel how wet you are.” He dipped his head, his tongue coming out to run along the seam of my pussy, and I groaned, my eyes shutting as I arched up against him.
“No,” he said, pulling away. “Eyes on me, Harmony.”
Oh my God.
“Eyes on me, or this ends.”
My eyes flew open. He smiled like I’d done a good job. I got another lick, deeper this time, and my legs spasmed like they might close against him, but he braced them wide with his shoulders.
“Keep,” he said. “Watching.”
More licking. Until his tongue flicked over my clit. His eyes on me were relentless, they gave me no place to hide. No way to go inside myself. He growled in his throat like I tasted so good and he spread me wider with his thumbs, glancing down before looking up at me again.
“You’re so pretty,” he said. “So pink.” Another delicate lick, a circle around my clit and then lower. He pushed that tongue inside of me, his eyes on me the whole time, and because I couldn’t close my eyes and gather myself, I did something I’d never done.
I reached down and grabbed his hair in my fist and lifted my hips to his mouth and put him where I wanted him. It was shocking. Exciting. His groan-laugh ruffled over me, and he stopped teasing. Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he yanked me closer to the edge of the bed and his mouth.
All I could do was hold on for dear life as he feasted on me. Sucked on me. He fucked me with his tongue and sucked on my clit.
“Oh my God,” was all I could say. All I could breathe. Over and over again.
The orgasm was going to happen. I didn’t have to do anything, go anywhere in my head. I didn’t have to coax it out or be patient. It was in me and then it was consuming me. My legs squeezed together as I fucked up into his mouth. Both hands in his hair, holding him against me, grinding myself against his face.
When my body was my own again, I realized what I was doing and I let go of his hair, dropped my legs from around his ears. “I’m sorry,” I breathed. “I didn’t mean-”
“Fuck that,” he said, his eyes on mine. There was no smile. Nothing teasing. He was sharp and he was cranked up high in a way no man I’d ever been with had been before. “Do it again.”
