Page 94 of Resist
I remembered saying that to him a couple of weeks ago; his answer being yes. “Yes, I do.”
“Good.” He looped the sash over my other wrist and then tied it to the leg of the table. “Feel okay?”
I nodded.
Lucas turned down the light, a soft amber glow adding to the already sinful things racing through my mind.
“Do you like it when I touch you, Helena?”
I nodded again and bit my lip.
“Where?” He paced beside the table then trailed his finger around my breast and flicked my nipple. “Here?”
I moaned.
“How ‘bout here?” he asked, trailing it lower to my bellybutton.
Dipping his head, he licked the rim of my navel. I bucked at the sensation but didn’t answer him.
“No? Maybe you like it when I touch you here?” He crept lower and hovered over my clit, unbearably close.
I waited for his touch, his fingers, lips or tongue, but they never came. Instead, he blew a gentle breath over my sensitive skin.
“Fuck me,” I ground out, my back bowing, my arms pulling on their restraints.
Lucas smiled and moved closer to my face. “You want me to touch you there, don’t you?” he asked, his lips grazing mine.
I tried to kiss him, tried to suck and bite, but he pulled away, amorous mischief lighting his eyes.
“Say it. Say ‘touch my cunt, Lucas’.”
My breathing was ragged, my desire for all of him escalating.
“I’m not going to do it until you say what you want, Helena.”
“I want it,” I breathed out, craning my neck to once again seek his lips.
Lucas moved back just out of my reach, his eyes searing me as his finger danced circles on my hip, thigh, and pelvis. I squirmed, hoping it would coax his touch in places I really needed to be touched, knowing that all I had to do was say what he’d told me to say.
He skimmed my clit, and I gasped, blurting, “Touch my cunt. Touch my cunt. Please, touch my cunt. Do it. Do it now.”
He chuckled and massaged the pads of his thumbs over my pussy and clit in slow circles, stopping every once and again to lick and suck my skin into his mouth.
I cried out his name and bucked my hips into his face. “Lucas.”
“Yes, baby.”
“Fuck me.”
“Oh, I plan to.”
I moaned. “Now!”
The sharp slap of his fingers against my clit made me jolt, it also made me incredibly wet, my inner thighs slipping against one another. He did it again and then rubbed my clit ferociously but with a tenderness that had me near coming in seconds.
“Lucas, please!”
He slipped two fingers in and massaged my G-spot, over and over before pulling them out and standing back.
