Page 48 of If You Were Mine
He let out a rough chuckle, before he continued to lap at my breasts. When he twisted one slightly harder than before, I sucked in a breath, and he shifted his thigh so the seam of my jeans hit my clit just right.
And in that moment, I burst. Stars shattered beneath my eyelids as I came, arching my back and making a gasping sound that bordered on obscene.
Dorian just leaned over me on one arm, his hands lazily playing with my breasts as he stared down at me.
“So fucking beautiful.”
“Dorian,” I whispered as I reached for him.
In answer, he kissed me softly before he shifted down to the edge of the bed and worked on my pants.
I licked my lips as he undid the button and unzipped them slowly.
“Ass up,” he ordered, tapping my hip. I planted my feet on the edge of the bed and lifted my ass as he pulled my jeans down my legs. He took my panties with them, and I blushed, realizing I was bare before him. Naked in front of a man for the first time in my life.
Some part of myself told me I should probably tell him, but I didn’t want to break the moment. Instead I laid there, my thighs pressed together, feet planted on the bed, and naked before Dorian.
“Don’t be shy. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”
I shook my head, teasing, even as my hands went to my breasts.
When he slapped my thigh, I gasped, my knees falling to the sides.
“Don’t be embarrassed or shy in front of me. Wellesley, I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
And then he was on his knees, hands on my hips, and pulling me towards his face.
“Dorian!” I shouted, embarrassed.
“Look at that beautiful pink pussy. Your clit is all swollen and practically begging for my mouth.”
He slid his thumb up and down my swollen folds, and I wiggled, the sensations so different than when it was my own hand.
“Look at you. Just so beautiful. And this tiny patch of hair that you shaved into a triangle? So fucking beautiful. And sometimes I forget that you’re naturally blonde,” he whispered before he tugged at my curls.
I gasped, my back arching, but before I could say anything, his mouth was on me, and I couldn’t focus on anything else.
He used one hand to spread me as he licked at my clit, and then the other one he used to reach up and play with my breasts.
Dorian Cage was eating me out on his bed, and at some point, I was going to wake up from one of the best dreams of my life.
But for now, I was just going to lean into this reality. Even though it had to be fake.
When he teased my entrance with his finger, I stiffened.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Wellesley. I promise.”
I swallowed hard, nervous, as he slowly began to slide his finger inside me.
“You’re so tight,” he growled as he worked his way in and out of me.
Panting, I leaned into the movement, loving the way that he was so gentle with me.
Then his finger found that bundle of nerves that I had never found on my own before, and my toes curled.
“That’s what I was looking for,” he whispered, and then his mouth was on me again.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, instead, I just let him have me. The man I was slowly falling for, or perhaps not so slowly, licked and sucked and worked towards my pleasure. When he inserted another finger, I twinged at the pain, then relaxed in the most lucious way, as he found my G-spot once again. When he worked his fingers harder and faster, the wet sounds of my own desire filling the room, I should have felt embarrassed. Instead, all I could feel was wanting to crest over that peak.
