Page 115 of Worth Every Moment
“That’s why I need the movie thing to work,” she continues. “It would be for me. Away from Mum. Out of her grasp. I’d never give anyone that level of control again.”
“I get that.”Of course I fucking do.
She’s quiet for a moment before she squeezes my hand, focusing back on my fingers. “Your hands really are perfect though.”
She twists our interlinked hands, examining them from every angle.
“You have lovely hands,” I say because I can feel her judging herself. Maybe even comparing herself to me and finding something lacking, which is bullshit I can’t allow to stand.
“No, I don’t.” She sighs. “And my feet… Did you know there was an article in the Daily Mail about how I had hobbit feet?”
I laugh aloud, ripping the covers off her. “Let me see these hairy toes of yours.”
She squeals, grasping for the covers in a vain attempt to keep them in place. “My toes are not hairy. It was a bad angle.”
A belly laugh overtakes me, and I abandon the search for her feet as I roll onto my back, laying my hands over my tightening abs. “Spoken like a true model.”
“Hey!” She slaps playfully at me, and I raise a forearm to parry the blow. She flops down next to me on the bed, the two of us staring at the ceiling.
When my breathing calms, I flip around, propping myself on my elbows, and kiss her shoulder. “There is nothing you could tell me that would make me change my mind about you,” I whisper.
“In what way?”
“That you’re perfect.” She starts to speak but I press a finger to her lips. “I won’t listen to any objections. To me, you are perfect. You’ve always been perfect, and you always will be.”
“That’s sweet.”
“I mean it. Those hairy toes are absolute perfection.”
She smiles, but it fades as a sly expression creeps into her gaze. “Do you like my mouth too?”
I’m wary.She’s up to something.“Yes.”
“My lips?”
“Yup.”
She arches a brow. “Would you like them on your cock?”
Boom. I’m rock solid. I gesture at my dick. “Is the Pope Catholic?”
I lie on my back, and she shifts onto all fours, kneeling between my legs, which I spread wide to give her access. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she admits, dipping down to lick the tip of my dick, which jerks like it wants to high-five her tongue. “I’ve never done this.”
“You could bite my dick off and I’d enjoy it.”
This draws a smile to her face and, I hope, fills her with confidence. She could never do this wrong. Ever. It’s a dream come true that she’s anywhere near my dick, let alone offering to put it in her mouth.
“Mmm,” she says, dark eyes flashing up at me. “It’s big.”
My dick jerks again as she tickles the slit with the tip of her tongue.Holy fuck.For a woman who claims she doesn’t know what she’s doing, it feels unbelievable.
“You taste like me,” she whispers before running the flat of her tongue all the way up my shaft. I let out a groan that shakes the bed. “Like both of us.”
I’d worry she didn’t like that if it weren’t for how her hips are swaying, her nipples forming tight buds on her breasts, and how she swallows my cock as far as she can and sucks on it like she’s been doing this forever. Her hand fists at the base, and she pumps it up to meet her mouth on the upstroke.
“I fucking love that mine is the first cock you’ve ever put in your mouth. That’s a fucking honour right there.”
She moans, the vibration causing ripples of pleasure to shunt up my shaft, making the head tingle. I want to thrust past her lips, fuck her mouth until I hit the back of her throat and fill it with cum, but I hold back, letting her get used to it.
