Page 52 of Splintered Security
“Yes,” I whisper. “I wanted you to touch me.”
“Right here?” A finger makes lazy circles around my nipple.
I fight back a moan and nod.
“Here?” A finger trails over my mound.
I lift instinctively to find more. “Yes.” My voice is still quiet, strained.
“Anywhere else?”
I raise my core to him. “Yes.”
A finger brushes across my clit and is gone again before it can give me any relief. My attempt to pull my thighs together fails.
“Anni.” Ren’s voice is a growl in my ear.
“What?”
“Why were you naked in our bed last night?” He licks the shell of my ear as his hand between my legs cups me possessively.
“Because I wanted you to fuck me.”
He stills. Everything stops, even his breathing.
…And shame washes over me in cold, cold waves that no hot bath water can thaw.
His hand at my core goes tight, and his hot cock brands my lower back.
“Youwantedme to fuck you or youwantme to fuck you, baby?”
A finger snakes out to find my clit, rubbing firm, tight circles. His knees bend deeper, forcing me wider and out of the water. I can’t find release and I desperately need it.
I’m chasing my pleasure, not caring at all that I’m thrashing on top of his body, my pussy wide open and visible out of the water, my pants and moans echoing off the walls. He pinches a nipple at the same time he growls into my ear, “Tell me.”
“Yes. I wanted you to fuck me. Yes, I still want you to fuck me. Please let me come.”
“Oh, baby. I’m going to let you come. I’m going to make you come. So many times you’ll be begging me to stop. I’m going to fuck you, make love to you, take you, claim you in every way a man can. And then I’m going to do it again.”
His words and the pressure at my clit send me careening over the edge, only suspended by his body and his promises as wave after wave crash down on me.
Before I can find my legs, Ren is up, with me limp and sated in his arms. He leaves a puddle on the bathroom floor and wet footsteps all the way to the bed, where he sets me down and shucks his boxers.
“You on the pill, Anni? Want me to wear a condom?”
“Yes.”
“To both?”
“What? No. Yes, I’m on the pill. No, I don’t want anything between us.” I could be mistaken, but I swear I see relief on his face. “Is that okay?”
“Did you just ask me if that’s okay? This is our bed, our house, but your decision. You get a say. I’ll never take that away from you.”
Yet another reason I could fall deeper and deeper in love with this man.
“Thank you, Ren.” I slide up the bed and pull my knees to my chest. The chill of the room permeates my skin, though my own vulnerability is a huge factor.
“Don’t conceal yourself from me. I haven’t even had you yet, and you’re already trying to hide. Are you sure this is what you want?”
