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Her shoulders are tight, full of knots and I take my time to warm her up with more oil, rolling them out with the pad of my thumb. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Hattie is full of knots. I don’t think I’ve seen her relaxed in the entire time I’ve known her, and I know she doesn’t take proper care of herself. Answering emails at all hours, not eating properly, running her angry little mouth at me every chance she gets. They’re hardly the actions of a woman at peace, and that’s not the life I want for her.
I’ll do whatever I can to help her unwind tonight, and make it my mission to ensure she never gets this wound up again.
Sifting my fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, I roll her head gently from side to side, but a small squeak makes me pause.
“Are you crying?”
“No,” she sniffs, then sniffs again. The little shudder of her shoulders says otherwise.
“Liar. You want me to stop?”
“No.”
“OK, well, I’m going to.” I lay down next to her, brush her hair away from her face, and rub her shoulder. “What’s up, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t know. This is really nice, I’m not upset, you’re just making feelings come out of my face.”
“Have you never had a massage before?”
“Of course I have, but not from a gorgeous guy while his dick is pressing against me.”
“So you think I’m gorgeous,” I tap the end of her nose with one finger. I want to kiss her, but I know she won’t let me. “I knew it.”
“You are insufferable.” She rolls her eyes and lifts a little, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “Can we please have sex now? I’m honestly fine.”
“You feel ready?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Roll onto your back.”
Chapter 26
Rob
Myrestraintishangingon by a thread when she rolls over, exposing more of her beautiful body to me. The months since I met Hattie have been the longest foreplay of my life, but I can hang on a little longer.
Gripping her ankles, I tug her closer to the foot of the bed, positioning her the same way I had her last time. The way I’ve dreamed of every night since. I kiss my way up the inside of her thigh until my mouth hovers at the crease of her hip.
“If that phone rings, I’m throwing it out the window, do you understand me?” Her nose wrinkles, and she bites back a smile and nods.So fucking cute.“Good, you’re all mine.”
My first lick is long and slow, and I savour the taste of her arousal, the way her fingers rake through my hair. She moans softly, her back arching away from the bed, and I take my time exploring with my tongue, learning all the ways that I can make her feel good.
Hattie hitches a knee higher up the bed and lets it fall to the side, opening herself more to me. There’s nothing hotter than when a woman is unashamed about her desires, her need for pleasure. Hooking her other leg over my shoulder, I splay one palm across her stomach and hold her steady while I work her clit with the flat of my tongue.
I’m in no rush, but I can tell she’s already close, her breath shaky, eyes squeezed shut, the muscles of her stomach contracting and releasing under my hand. I slide a finger inside her, then another, crooking them upwards, strokes matching the rhythm of my tongue.
Her thighs clamp around my head then, hips riding against my face, her moans kicking up a gear. I tear my mouth away just before she crashes over the edge, denying her the orgasm I want to give her so much. Her moans of frustration make me harder than ever.
“What the fuck,” she growls, throwing her head back against the bed. “I thought you were the kind of man who prides himself on making women come? Not giving up.”
“Who said I’m giving up? We’re just getting started.” I suck her clit hard between my lips, my tongue striking firmly across that tender bundle of nerves that makes her arch up from the bed.Fuck,I love seeing her possessed like this, but I stop again.
“Ahh!So like a man to get a woman close and then switch things up.”
“Oh honey, I can tell you’re close. You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to let you come yet. I’m in no hurry, beautiful. I know once you come, you’ll start freaking out. We’re doing things my way, nice and slow.” One arm still wrapped around her, I keep her pinned and bring my fingers up to tease her with lazy strokes that drag up and over her clit then back down again, soaking her more. “I want to hear you beg more. Want you aching for me.”
“Please, Rob, just fuck me already.” She’s genuinely feral, squirming underneath my hold.
