Page 38 of Barbed Wire Fences
“Yes,” I hiss out. My heart races and I can feel his thick erection pressing into my stomach. I want him so badly I can’t think about how any of this is a bad idea.
“Tell me exactly what it is that you want,” he commands as he continues to stimulate and tease my body, edging me on.
“Make me come. Please, Rhett,” I beg as he picks up his pumping then slowly removes his fingers and guides me down onto the carpeted floor so that I’m lying on my back.
His hands move to my underwear, tugging it down until I’m completely exposed to him. Then his head lowers before planting a kiss on the inside of my right thigh then my left as he slowly moves upward teasing me.
“More,” I beg.
He kisses right where my inner hip connects on one side, then the other, the anticipation killing me until finally he drops a kiss right across my opening, then flattens his tongue and licks me there, back to front.
“Yes, more of that,” I moan.
His fingers slide inside of me, pumping firmly as his lips capture my clit in a harsh suck.
“Y-yes,” I moan, and he does it again.
His tongue moves with purpose, sweeping across me in patterns that leave my legs trembling, mimicking the rhythm of his fingers inside me. The heat starts deep in my core, spreading outward, making it impossible to think of anything but him. My nipples harden under my shirt, and when his free hand moves up to pull the fabric down, rolling one sensitive peak between his fingers, my back arches off the ground at the contact.
“God, I always loved these nipples,” Rhett mutters against me, his voice rough with need.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice breaking as his touch becomes firmer, rougher, more desperate. The raw need in me pushes past reason. “More, Rhett. I need more.”
He growls low, the vibration teasing me as his mouth returns to work. His tongue circles and flicks against my clit at a speed even my vibrator can’t match until I’m panting, my orgasm close. When his fingers stretch me deeper, the pressure builds, coiling tighter, all I can do is hold on to him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Hold me where you need me,” he murmurs, and I do, anchoring him in place while his mouth and hands drive me higher towards my release. His movements are relentless, calculated, and then my orgasm crashes over me.
My body clenches, shaking as wave after wave takes me under, stealing my breath and leaving me raw and exposed on the basement floor.
I’m still gasping, trying to piece myself back together, when Rhett finally pulls back, his lips curved into a wicked smile. His eyes are dark and intense, as he takes me in.
“You’re so damn gorgeous when you come, Jael,” he says softly like he’s committing the moment to memory.
I manage a shaky laugh, wiping at my face as I try to catch my breath. But he’s already moving, reaching for his wallet in his jeans pocket and pulling out a foil packet. His gaze meets mine before he opens it, looking for permission.
“Tell me what you want, Jael.”
My eyes drop to the condom in his hand, and something inside me answers before my lips can. I meet his gaze, my voice steady even as my body trembles still from the aftershocks of my last orgasm.
“I want you to fuck me like I’m not fragile.”
Something about his expression changes instantly when I say that. His brows draw together, the heat in his eyes dissipatesalmost instantly giving away to something completely different. Something that looks a lot more likehurt.
He rocks back on his heels, his hands resting on his thighs as he watches me, like he’s trying to decide what to do. And then finally he pushes a shaky hand through his light brown hair before shaking his head firmly.
“Jael… I… I can’t.”
“What?” I ask as I lean forward on my elbows to look at him. He looks wounded, maybe a bit scared and that’s when I realize that was the wrong thing to say.
My mind spins to the last time that we spoke and now I’m panicking too.
“W-what are you doing Rhett?” I ask, because the look on his face says that he’s thinking about it now too. About the past and all the hurt. It’s like a cold bucket of water dumped on both of us and now he’s backing out, retreating into himself.
My heart races as I wet my lips, trying to think of a way to make this right. To take back my words. To rewind the last thirty-seconds, or maybe it’s the last ten years.
Because this can’t be happening and now, I’ve screwed it all up.
Again.
