Page 98 of Crossed
My muscles tense with nerves, but I fold my body through the small gap, holding my breath as she closes the window behind me and lowers the blinds.
She spins to face me.
Neither of us speak, but there’s longing, thick and heavy, bleeding through the air. She should have run for the hills. If I were smart, I would do the same.
But neither of us are willing to leave now. Even though we both know what this is.
This is goodbye.
And that’s why when she steps into me, her breasts grazing my body, I shake my head and move out of reach.
I cannot touch her.
If I do, I’ll never recover. I won’t be able to leave herorthis town.
“Laisse moi te voir, mon trésor,” I rasp.Let me see you.
I have never known greater torture than staying rooted in my place, knowing I could have her if only I reached out and decided to take.
My gloved finger slips beneath the strap of her tank top and my stomach cramps from wanting to feel her skin so badly. The thin fabric falls off her shoulder, and I follow it with my finger, tracing down her arm, soaking in the way goose bumps sprout in the wake of my touch.
“Tu es magnifique,” I murmur, ripping my hand away.
Her mouth parts, and she stands as still as a statue, waiting to see what I’ll do next.
I grit my teeth and back away. “Strip for me, petite pécheresse.”
Her eyes flare and she lifts her hand, removing the strap from her other shoulder until her top falls down, clinging to the tops of her breasts, teasing me from the way it molds to her cleavage, beckoning me to just give in.
I could cup them in my hands. Slip between them and feel the heat of her skin as I fuck her cleavage and spray cum across her tits. My abs tighten.
“I need you to promise me something,” I say.
Her hand moves over the fabric of her shirt, slipping beneath it and flicking it away until her breasts are revealed, one painstaking inch of skin at a time.
Blood rushes to my groin, my cock throbbing. “Whatever you want,” she replies.
“Donotlet me fuck you tonight.”
“Cad— ”
I shake my head, cutting her off. “Ican’t, Amaya. I won’t survive you if I do.”
“Then why did you come?” she asks, her voice sounding pained.
“I wanted to see you one more time.” I step forward, testing her, and like the perfect girl she is, she moves, keeping the space between us. “Touch you.” I step closer again, and again she backs away. “See if I could reconcile the perfect image of you in my head with the reality of what we must be.” One more time, until the backs of her legs hit the bed and she falls onto the mattress. “Show me how you wish to be touched,” I plead. “Show me what I’m giving up.”
She frowns but crawls farther up the bed until she’s in the center.
Her hands glide up the insides of her thighs until she’s parting her long legs, allowing me a full view of her glistening, perfect pink cunt.
My mouth waters.
This woman has bewitched me.Hexedme. Stolen my voice from God and made it sing just for her.
I move closer, my knee sinking into the mattress as I lean forward, needing to see her closer, imprint her image on my brain so when I’m feeling lost, I can remind myself that once upon a time, at least I had this.
It would be so easy to grip her thighs tightly and drag her until she’s at the end of the bed. To hold her legs apart while my tongue drinks her in and I baptize myself in her cum. My body vibrates with theneedto do it, and I move my hand toward her.
