Page 20 of King of Lies
“That’s it, Hen,” he says, his mouth just millimeters away from my ear. The vibrations of his voice send shivers down my spine and straight to where his hand is moving against me, inside me. “Fuck my hand. Show me what you want.”
“Please,” I let out a whimper and he chuckles in my ear. Evil man knows exactly what he’s doing to me and won’t give me what I want, what I need.
“Show me what you need and trust me to give it to you.”
Can I? Can I be this woman? The one who knows what she wants and takes her pleasure? I want to stay locked in my safe bubble but last night I made a choice. I opened a door to Rhys, and I know even without him telling me, that he won’t let me go back. The only way now is forward in this sensual dance between us. He asked me to trust him and I’m going to. It’s the only way.
I raise my hand to hold his at my breast more firmly and he rewards me by plucking my nipple. The quick bite of his pinch has me rolling my hips against his fingers.
“Good girl.”
He pinches my heated flesh again and it’s more but still not enough. I know what I’m going to have to do. It’s now that I know without a doubt, this was his goal the whole time—to push me just a little bit more. To open that new door to our relationship. And to trust that he’ll take care of me.
I snake my smaller hand down, covering his larger one between my legs, and push him more forcefully toward me, driving his fingers deeper, applying more pressure to my abraded clit.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and he flips the order of our hands so that mine is touching me and his covers mine.
“Show me.”
There’s no going back now. Only taking what’s between us. Taking what’s mine.
I show him how I touch myself when I’m all alone in the cover of night. His thick fingers wrapped around mine, thrust deep inside me, hitting that place that only Rhys knows as he shows me something I didn’t know about myself.
Together, I let him work me up and when he pinches my nipple again, I drop my head back to his shoulder and hold his hands tight to my body while I come.
“Fucking glorious when you come apart for me,” he rasps as he keeps our fingers pressed tight to me and we both feel the pulse as I clench around us.
I hear the telltale rip of foil and feel the loss of his heat behind me as he settles the rubber over his shaft. And then he slides our fingers from me and I watch in a daze as he lifts both to his mouth and draws them in deep. My face heats, still unused to this level of intimacy with Rhys or with anyone.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls and then I feel the broad tip of him at my opening and slowly, oh-so slowly, he slides in deep, filling me all over again.
Together we rock like a boat on soft waves. He keeps our hands entwined and then wraps them around my belly, keeping us held tight together. He links the fingers of his other hand with mine and wraps them around me as well.
“Never been like this before,” he whispers his dirty sweet nothings in my ear. “Not with anyone. Never.”
“Rhys,” I whisper but there’s nothing to say. Last night I gave him something I’ve never given anyone before, like it was always his and I was just keeping it safe for him. My virginity was nothing I was holding tight to with old fashioned values. I just never thought about it. Now, I know without a doubt that I was always meant to give it to Rhys. He’s the man to understand how precious a gift it is.
“Like your cunt was made for me.”
He presses his face to the side of my neck, and I feel him drag his nose down my heated skin, sending shivers through me all over again.
“Bloody made for me.”
“Yes,” I whisper, and he trails our hands back down to my pussy, not to my clit but to feel where we’re joined together, the slick of my arousal coating our fingers as he moves inside me.
“This is us,” he tells me, holding my hand to feel where we join.
“Yes.”
“There is no going back now,” he says. “This is mine and I’m not giving it back.”
“Yes.”
“Say it,” he commands.
“This is yours.”
