Page 53 of Purity

I take a small breath. “When I come.”

He kisses my shoulder. “Good girl.”

When he returns his fingers to my clit, the up-and-down motion is much more frantic. “I really like it when you talk like that,” I say breathlessly.

“When I call you a good girl?”

“Yeah.”

“You are a good girl. Such a good girl to tell me your fantasy and use filthy words. Do you want me to reward you? Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yeah… Please.”

“Oh fuck, Livvy. I’ve always wanted to hear you say that.”

He removes his fingers from my clit. I shriek when he grabs me by the waist and lifts me into the air. Chair legs scrape against the tile floor just before my back is set on the hard kitchen table.

His eyes are bright, and his jaw is set as he stares down at my hips. As he yanks down my yoga pants roughly, he looks so much like the primitive stranger Cole of my fantasy.

After tossing my pants on the floor, he grips my thighs and spreads them apart. My initial instinct is to shut them, but thankfully, his grip is too firm. His eyes are half shut as he stares between my legs. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Heat washes over me, pooling in my belly. My fantasies were never this specific. I never imagined him finding that part of me beautiful.

It makes me feel like a goddess.

He drops his head between my legs, nuzzles and inhales, and the heat of his breath makes me gasp. “Mmm,” he hums. “I’m going to be spending a lot of time here this week.”

The first brush of his tongue is like fire. Oh Jesus, that slippery softness is so much better than a finger. After only a few strokes, that familiar wave of pleasure is already building. The delicious torture makes my hips buck, but he holds them tightly.

“You taste like heaven.”

His words send liquid heat into my belly. As he sucks and licks my clit, I’m pulled into the dark forest. He’s caught me, and now he’s feasting before he ravages me. His mouth drifts lower to…

Oh my goodness! The whimper pulled from my chest is involuntary. Where is the shame? I never imagined being licked and sucked there, and nothing but this heavenly feeling could keep me on this table.

My hips start to flail, but he holds me tightly against the table. “You can’t get away,” he whispers against my clit. “You’re mine now.”

Euphoria crashes over me, and I scream. “Oh my God!” I whimper. “Oh my God!” When the final wave of pleasure washes over me, my hips buck one last time before my whole body grows limp.

As I melt into the table, Cole’s face enters my clouded vision. “You’re perfect.” He presses his lips against mine and slips his tongue into my mouth. I set my hand on his shoulder as I kiss him back. His body is trembling. “You’re shaking,” I say.

“That I am.” He stands, grabs me by the hips, and lifts me. Cradling me against his chest, he carries me to the couch and sets me down gently. “I’ll be right back.” He smiles.

I frown as he walks into the bathroom. A few seconds later, the shower faucet turns on, and my stomach sinks. He’s going to get himself off.

I don’t know what happened to me after that orgasm, but the prospect of touching his penis isn’t nearly as scary, especially when the alternative is waiting out here while he reaches that blissful state without me. I push myself from the couch and march toward the bathroom. Mist seeps out through the doorway, and by the time I make it inside, he’s already in the shower. His big form is murky through the wet glass, but I can make out that up-and-down motion of his hand.

My languid body comes alive again.

I peel off my shirt and unhook my bra. The misty air on my bare nipples makes cold shame twist in my stomach, but I can’t let it stop me. He’ll like seeing me naked. I know he will.

When I open the shower door, his head jerks up, and his eyes grow wide. “Holy shit, you’re naked!” His gaze roams from my chest to my hips and back to my chest again.

A giddy smile rises to my lips. “Can I help you out?”

His mouth drops open. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is actually happening. Yes, of course you can. Get in here.”

I keep my gaze fixed on his upper body as I step inside. Goodness, he’s so beautiful. The water flows over his bare, muscled chest, and strands of his dark hair is plastered against his face. I always loved looking at him whenever we went swimming together.

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