Page 86 of Worth Every Moment
In the look she gives me, I see all sides of her. Fear, trust, humour, and even the desire that drove her to sneak into my room earlier today and brought her back out here to find me now. All of it is fucking precious, and I wish I could catch it and hold it in my hands. But I can’t, and I’m painfully aware that this moment is pivotal and with every second that passes, it’s slipping through my fingers. My body rails against the transience of it. I want to keep it… keep her, keepus, right in this version of the present, where everything is a possibility, and the future is unwritten. Where everything I’ve ever wanted is right here for the taking. I want to live in this sweet moment of tension forever.
“Okay,” she murmurs. “Yes. Okay.”
Her words are a pistol fired at the beginning of a race, and our mouths move at the same time. She’s soft, and at first the kiss is gentle, her tongue caressing mine, but it torches me like a flame. I want to devour her—all of her at once—leaving no piece of her available for anyone else.
Our kiss turns ravenous, teeth and tongue and lips shifting against one another. Her hands move over my shoulders, tugging at my shirt, warm fingers sliding against my skin like she doesn’t know where to stop or what to touch.Like she wants all of it. All of me.Desire I’ve kept locked down for so long ragesthrough me with such force that I don’t know how I’ll contain it. I want to strip off right here on the balcony and fuck her until I can’t see straight.
But I have to keep a handle on this. Savour every moment before it’s gone. I grab her wandering hand to stay its nervous motion. “It’s okay,” I soothe. “We’re okay.” She breathes a few breaths and I slide my hand over her stomach, teasing up the hem of her top. “Let me?”
She nods and I ease my hand under the waistband of her trousers, and it feels so good to do it. Like the culmination of every desire I’ve ever had. As my fingers slip beneath the fabric, I’m pretty sure it’s the zenith of my sexual experience. Out of anything I’ve ever done, withanyone, this right here, sliding my hand into Erica Lefroy’s waistband, is the hottest, most sensual, most exciting moment I haveeverexperienced.
I hold my breath as my fingers dip lower, and her answering gasp is a desperate exhalation that I inhale as though it will give me life. “Keep making those noises,” I murmur against her mouth, “and I’ll come before you do.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whines. “This is… you are… oh,fuck. I… I don’t know what we’re doing. Maybe we shouldn’t…”
We shouldn’t.“Tell me to stop, and we won’t.” The seconds pass in silence as I wait for her response. Her body tenses beneath my fingers, and in the tips of them, I feel a pulse. Hers or mine, I don’t fucking know. “Lefroy?”
She gives another gasping little inhale, as though the sound of her name revived her from near death. “Don’t stop.” My own need is mirrored in the sound of those two words.I edge my hand inside her underwear, sliding right down, and it’s me who lets out a groan this time. Her skin is soft as silk and I slip lower, passing over her clit. She jolts in my arms, her grip on my shoulders tightening. As tempting as it is to stop and playthere, I go deeper, teasing her lips and then her entrance. She’s completely, deliciously, slick.
“Oh, fuuuck,” I moan. “You’re soaked.” I slide a finger in and out, just a touch, and her hips buck towards me. “Is this pretty pussy all wet for me?”
She doesn’t answer, but her hands tug the hair at my nape as I slide two fingers inside, finding her walls slick and soft. I work her, in and out, building in tempo. “You’re so tight.So tight.”
“Mmm,” she moans in response, rolling back against the balcony railing, and I move with her. She spreads her arms, hands clinging to the metal, and I lean over her, holding her up, working her with one hand. She’s so wet that the noise of my fingers thrusting in and out is fucking glorious. I’m rock solid, grinding against her, more turned on than ever. I can’t get enough of this woman. The way she throws her head back, her eyes shut, letting me have my way with her body, finally.Fucking finally. I’ve waitedso longfor this.
I thrust my fingers deeper, imagining it’s my cock sliding in and out. She lets out a gasp of arousal. “You like that?” I ask. “You like that it’s me, sliding my fingers in and out of your wet cunt?”
The guttural “uh-huh” that forms her response might be the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. Her breathing turns to pants, and I’m so turned on I can’t think of anything but this woman, her body, her breath, the soft feel of her, inside and out. The way her body reacts to each stroke of my fingers is a high I’ve never known.
“I loved watching you today,” I mutter, sliding my fingers out and use my thumb to tease at her clit. “Touching yourself. You worked it so fast.” I add pressure to her clit, rubbing my fingers over it. “So hot, Erica. So greedy for that orgasm.” I swipe over her clit again and again, increasing the speed. “Is this how you like it? Fast? Right here?”
She moans, sending the sound up to the stars. “Yes.Please.”
“Hold on—” I stop what I’m doing to slide her trousers and thong down, and she lets me, kicking them aside when they reach the floor.Erica Lefroy, half naked on my balcony. I can’t fucking believe it. There’s a tiny strip of hair that wasn’t there last time. It’s so neat it’s like a track I want to speed down.Fuck me.
I nod at her legs. “Spread them.” She obeys, and like a reflex I drop to my knees, placing a hand on each of her soft thighs and staring up at her perfect pink pussy—her clit, swollen and poking out. I glance up at her. “I always knew you had a beautiful face, but now I know you’ve got a beautiful pussy too.” I want nothing more than to take the whole thing in my mouth, but I refrain, trailing a finger up the inside of her leg instead, relishing the way it makes her shudder as I get closer to the apex. “You’re perfect.”
Her hand reaches into my hair and grips it, tilting my head up to face her with such force that my fingers dig into her thigh to steady myself. Her dark eyes fix on me.
“Don’t call me perfect. I don’t want to hear that word.”
“You don’t want to be perfect?”
She shakes her head. “Not anymore.”
A slow grin creeps over my face. “Does this good girl want to be bad?”
She closes her eyes, her lips forming a small, private smile, her breaths huffing in shallow pants. “Yes, please.”
I stand, leaning against her, putting my hand back where it was before, teasing her gently, letting my fingers edge into her entrance so I can drag her wetness up to her clit before working it with my fingers, fast and furious, exactly how she did it to herself.
“Oh, God,” she mutters, clinging to me once again, rocking against my hand. “Seb, shit. Oh, oh, oh—”
“That’s it, baby,” I growl. “Fuck my fingers. Ride my hand.” She grinds harder and faster, her juices covering my fingers. “Come for me. Let that pretty pussy have exactly what she wants.”
“Yes,” she mutters. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
My dick, painfully hard, rubs against her hip. A dangerous pressure builds, low and deep, but I don’t stop. This is all I’ve ever wanted. Everything, right here, in one moment: Erica, my hand on her bare pussy, her body writhing against my balcony wall. This is a dream come true. Every drop of blood in my body rushes to my dick, making it swell until it aches.
