Page 139 of Burning Daylight
Thisis all I’ve wanted. It’s what I’ve thought about since I was lying on his couch in his apartment, and he was drawing me from across the room.
His fingers are under the waistband of my pants now, teasing, like he’s asking me for permission. “Let me touch you,” he begs.
“Touch me,” I tell him.
His hand finds my clit immediately and starts a torturous rhythm, slow circles that do nothing but ramp up my absolute blinding need until my vision goes hazy and I’m gripping onto the back of his head, tufts of his hair clenched in my fists as I ride the wave that’ssoclose to cresting.
“Fucking soaked,” he grits out, dragging the pads of his fingers through the mess between my thighs and down to my entrance.
He doesn’t push in, he just hovers.
“Your pretty pussy iscryingfor me, Juliette. You’re about to make a mess all over my hands while you come against a tree, aren’t you?”
A quick rush of fire licks at my spine as he continues to tease me, never touching me enough to give me the pressure that I need. I gasp, clutching at the back of his head, gripping tight while my body bucks helplessly into his palm.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “You get one stroke of my fingers in your tight little cunt and you’re not even thinking anymore, are you? Tell me how bad you need it, baby.”
This istorture.
“Use your words, Little Rose.” His face is pressed against the side of mine, his breath hot against my ear. “Tell me that you want to behandled.”
“Yes,” I admit, although I’m sure I’ll regret giving in so easily later. “Please.”
He smirks, and then his fingers areinme, sinking deep and curling instantly, like he’s known this whole time the exact angle my body needs. His mouth crashes back into mine, tongues tangling, and his other arm holds me tight, locking me in place against the tree like he’s chained me there.
He works me relentlessly, with no hesitation. Just a devastating pressure and a controlled slide. In, out, curl them up and pet that spot inside that makes my vision go dark.
My mouth falls open and my hips jerk.
“God,” I gasp out.
His teeth nip my jaw, and he corrects, “Roman.”
I start to answer his movements, rolling myself against his fingers, sinking down as much as I can, to feel him as deep inside me as possible.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he says, the words sounding as if they’ve been scraped from the deepest part of him. “Ride it, baby. Get yourself off on me. Let me see your beautiful face as you fall apart on my hand.”
His body is pressed so tight to mine that I can feel everything. His abs tightening. The flex of his forearm with every pump ofhis fingers. His palm grinds against my clit, rubbing in perfect circles, and he strokes me from the inside out like I’m a piano he’s meant to play.
“Look at you,” he groans. “Such a mess already and I’ve barely fucked you.”
Heat coils around my spine and collects low in my stomach, my clit pulsing for him.I’m so close.
I cry out, my body vibrating in his arms, bowing toward him.
“Roman, I’m so… I think I’m?—”
His nose brushes against mine, and his voice is low and commanding. “Come for me, Juliette.”
And fuck him for being able to direct me so easily, but I do. I break apart into a thousand tiny pieces, and if he wasn’t holding me to him, I think I’d scatter in the wind.
I ride that wave, my hips rolling into his palm and my pussy clenching around his fingers while I moan his name against a tree in the middle of the woods.
The tremors taper off slowly, but he stays in place, not moving. His hand is still buried inside me deep, his frame anchoring me like he knows I might float away if he doesn’t.
My legs go lax, my breath hitches, and I drop down from where I’m sure my thighs bruised his hips. I feel almost boneless.
Our eyes lock, and his fingers leave me slowly, dragging them against my clit on the way out, and sending an aftershock zipping up my spine.
