Page 25 of Severed Rivalry
She reaches for me, her fingers trailing my pecs and hernails scraping my nipples. Another hand goes low to cup me through my boxers.
“Oh.” She looks down as she finds my length and then back to my face. A blush creeps over her chest and face. “I’ve… never.”
“I know, baby. And we’ll go slow, and if you want to stop, tell me.”
“I don’t want to stop, Ci. I want to be yours.”
I take her lips, trailing kisses to her ear, and whisper, “I want to be yours in every way. And you’re already mine.”
Sliding her panties aside, I press one finger inside her tight heat. Her quiet moan is enough to nearly have me come in underwear.
That gives me an idea.
I lift my hips enough to shuck my boxers somewhere in the sheets. “Touch me.” It comes out more commanding than I mean for it too. But I need her relaxed, and fuck if I don’t need some relief so I don’t hurt her.
“How?”
“Any way you want. I’ll let you know if I like it.”
Her palm cups the underside of my length and grips, sliding up and down my shaft. Fuck, that feels good. I add a second finger to my first and stretch her. I find her clit, and she bucks.
“Angel, I want you to come. And I need to come so we can slow this down. I need you ready.”
“I don’t know how.”
“That’s on me. I’ll make you feel good, okay? Just let me know if you like something or if you don’t?” My last words come out in question and I thrust my cock into her hand, “Hold me tighter.” I thrust again and again, and while she watches me slide through her palm, I add a third finger.
I look down. Heaven and hell are below me. Everything I want. Everything that tempts me. Everything that saves and condemns me. Her hand wrapped around my cock. My hand playing with her.
Her hips buck, and her chin reaches for the sky just as shepulses around me. “Ci?” There’s ecstasy and fear in that one syllable. Wetness floods my fingers as I spill all over her belly.
I pull my fingers from her, watching her tremble as I find her clit again. Lifting up, I pull her panties down her legs and grab a condom from the nightstand drawer.
“Did that feel good?”
Her head thrashes left and right but her eyes blaze with a hunger I’ve never seen from her. “I thought I was going to splinter apart.”
“Then I did it right.”
She slaps my shoulder and lifts up enough to find my mouth. When we break apart, she looks to her stomach. “I guess I did it right, too.”
“I couldn’t stop it. I?—”
“I want to make you feel good, Ci.”
“Spread your legs for me, Angel.”
She does.
“Knees wide.”
Again, she does so immediately. I return my fingers to her sex, letting my gaze fall at the same time.
“Touch me while I touch you.”
She reaches for me, trailing a nail over my sac and the sound that comes from me is downright feral.
“I’m sorry.” She looks small, like she wants to hide, when she says it.
