Page 44 of Finally Forever
Her hand moves toward the sweet spot between her legs. I watch, enraptured. Will she touch herself? No. Not this innocent beauty. Her fingers stop above the small patch of curls she has.
“Don’t stop on my account.”
“I wasn’t…I don’t. That’s your job.”
I laugh. Never have I laughed during sex—that I can remember. “My job?”
“Yeah. I mean, you always…you know.”
This is what I expected from her. “I don’t know. I can’t remember. Why don’t you show me what I used to do?” I smirk.
“You were doing good before.”
“Show me how I touch your pussy.”
Her body tightens with a sharp inhale. She likes dirty talk. So do I.
“Show me, Ainsley.” I haven’t used her name this much. I like saying it more than I should.
She hesitates and then spreads her legs to accommodate her hand as she runs fingers up and down her slit, showing me that beautiful, wet pussy.
Fuck me. I calm myself as I watch her rub her clit and work herself into an erotic frenzy.
“Jesus. You’re gorgeous,” I murmur without thought.
She stops. “You think I’m gorgeous? I wasn’t sure anymore.”
“You’re fucking stunning. But you stopped. Finger yourself for me.”
She hesitates again and then slowly dips her finger into her sex, moving it in and out.
I almost come. I know exactly what I saw in this woman. I see it, physically and sexually, and I want it. I want my dick inside her.
“Is that how I finger-fuck you?”
“Yes.” She licks her lips and rocks her hips, matching her thrusts.
“My turn, sweet girl.” I push her hand aside and spread her legs to fit my face. I inhale her delicious scent and lick her from the bottom of her slit to the top. She moans and rocks her pussy along my lips. I press her hips down with one hand, holding her still, and lick her again.
She tastes like heaven. Losing control, I dive in, fucking her with my tongue while circling her clit with my thumb. She grinds against me, riding my face, desperate for all I can give her. I’m about to bite her clit when she cries out with an orgasm. I slip my tongue back inside her, wanting to taste her and drink all she has to give. She writhes for longer than I expected, her orgasm strong and long lasting. It’s so fucking hot. I feel her pulse on my tongue and can’t wait to get my dick inside her. But I can’t. I won’t. It’s too intimate for how I feel right now.
As soon as she calms down, I give her a moment to catch her breath before I shift her on the bed and sit her up. “My turn, sweet girl.”
Stripped bare, I lie on the bed and position her on her knees above me. I guide her head to my throbbing cock and watch those gorgeous lips suck me in without hesitation.
Fuck me. This woman is perfect. Perfect!
She runs her tongue over the sensitive part of my dick, where I like it the most, then sucks me deep into her mouth. I hiss and throw back my head. She quickens her pace, sucking me off until I roar and come into her mouth. I didn’t have time to warn her. It happened faster than usual for me.
She doesn’t complain, just swallows it down like she’s done this before. To me. With me. Why do I still see her as innocent? Too innocent for stuff like this.
“You’re trouble.” I fall back onto the bed and pull her down on top of me, her blindfold still in place, thank fuck. I couldn’t handle those eyes looking at me after what I did to her.
“I love you,” she whispers and kisses my chest, reminding me of why she’s doing this. Why she let me use her in that way just now. She loves me. The me I was for her. The me I can’t remember. But I don’t love her. I don’t know her, even though I know her body now. This was purely sexual for me.
This is why I wanted to keep my distance. Gently, I slide her off me and onto the bed. It’s the least I can do. “I need a shower.”
Leaving her alone and naked, I walk toward the open bathroom door, hating what I just did. Hating that I just left her and dreading the sadness I’ll see in her eyes for my actions.
