Page 113 of Nothing Without You
She clenched herself around me, but not once did she dig her fingers into my hair, pull on it, or touch me. It was fucking torture not being touched by her. She kept her distance despite the distance not existing between us.
I looked up through my lashes. She leaned back against the door, eyes closed and hands playing with her nipples while I went down on her.
Lost in pure fucking oblivion as I feasted upon her.
Seven years since I last had sex.
Seven years since I last hadher.
I was about to blow from eating her out and if that wasn’t the best fucking way to go out, then nothing was.
By the way she smothered my face with her cunt and parted her lips in anO, she was close.
That’s when I tore my mouth from her.
She looked down in a lost haze of thunder and confusion. “Why’d you stop?”
With a lick of my lips, I kept my gaze on her. “Touch me and I’ll let you come.”
She groaned, “I’ll suck your dick after.”
I press a hand over her cunt.
“What is wrong with you, Christian?”
“I don’t just want you to suck my cock.” My features morphed into pure anguish. “I want you to grab my hair, I want you to tug on it, I want you to take my hand and guide me where you want me the most, and I want you to cup my face when you kiss me. I don’t wantthisdistance.”
Her lips parted in shock before the expression faded away.
The ripped fabric of the dress did nothing for Adelaide when she tried to close it to cover herself. “You should have known what this was.”
“I thought this was something happening between us.”
“No,” she snapped. “It was happening between our bodies. We’re husband and wife—our marital status allows me to use you.”
I got to my feet. “It also allows you to touch me.”
“Why are you so adamant on me touching you?” She ran a frustrated hand through her blonde locks. “Isn’t it enough that we’re doing this?”
“I want you to touch me,” I took her hand and held it. “Is that too much to ask for?”
She looked down at the softness of our skins. “You’re allowed to touch me, Christian. But I will not let myself touch you and that’s final.”
“You already love me.”
Adelaide’s eyes flashed with anger and with a heavy push, she forced me apart from her. “Don’t mock me.”
Desperate and hanging onto a thread, I yearned. “I’m not mocking you,fuck.” The sweet taste of her lingered on my lips but was stained with the bitterness of this. “Is it hard to believe that maybe some part of me wants you to love me?”
A humourless chuckle. “That’s entirely selfish of you, Christian.” She saunters side to side. “You want to be loved but won’t reciprocate.”
“What if I wanted to?”
We stood face to face with my snap.
She breathed and I breathed.
Her lips tightened and mine parted.
