Page 53 of Beneath the Surface

My body burns from her stare.

Slowly, she reaches up and traces the patterns, goose bumps sprouting under her touch, every slide of her fingertips a straight shot to my cock.

“Do these all mean something?” she asks, her voice low and raspy.

My heart falters, and I nod, hoping she doesn’t ruin the moment by asking. She doesn’t, choosing to lean in and press soft kisses to my chest instead. A shiver works its way up my spine and wraps around my body, a knot clogging my throat when her lips linger on the area above my heart. Her hot breath coasts across my skin, making my abs clench, and I swallow, forcing the emotion back down.

Her fingers work their way down until they reach the button of my pants. She pops it open, slipping her hands underneath, tugging. My hips lift to give her more access, and she slides them off my body, my cock springing free. When her hand wraps around the shaft, my eyes roll back, pleasure skittering along my insides. I suck in a breath as she slides her palm from root to tip.

“Fuck, Lily.”

My hands glide down her curves, fumbling with her jeans, the desperation prodding my nerves and making me clumsy. She helps, lifting her hips until she’s hovering, and once I get them off, it’s just her pink, panty-covered pussy directly in front of my face. Precum bubbles from my engorged head and her fingers swipe over the liquid, coating her palm as she slips it back down with ease, twisting once she’s at the base.

I groan, gripping the front of her underwear and pulling until I feel the flimsy fabric give way. Her mouth parts, and the sight of the red marks left on her hips makes my stomach churn with heat.

The pink fabric is soaked through with her juices and I take the opportunity to shove them in her parted mouth. “Taste yourself, baby.”

The fingers of her free hand wrap around my wrist, and she moans through the cotton.

Jesus.

Her hips drop back down, resuming her earlier rhythm on my lap, only now I’m transfixed by the sight of her pussy lips splitting open, her clit sliding up and down the length of my cock. It’s erotic as fuck, and my balls tense, sending a coiling sensation spiraling through me.

Leaning in, I grab the panties from her mouth with my teeth, spitting them on the floor and replacing them with my lips. Her hand leaves my dick, moving to grab the back of my head as she sucks my tongue. And thenshe’sthe one positioning my length at her entrance, andshe’sthe one pushing down inch by tortuous inch until I can’t see straight from the blinding pleasure.

My head lulls back as she sinks fully on top of me, the warmth of her pussy gripping me like a vice, my abs tensing from how fucking perfect she feels with me inside of her.

She mewls, lifting herself up and slamming back downhard, working her hips in a figure-eight motion before repeating the process, and I’m... fucking lost in everything that she is. Praying to a God I don’t believe in that somehow I’ll get to keep her.

But it isn’t long until I feel a shift. Her movements become stiff—robotic—the heat being sucked away by a sudden chill. My eyes pop open and notice her staring blankly at the wall behind me.

I grab the nape of her neck again, forcing her face to mine so I can look into her eyes. But it’s like she isn’t there.

What the fuck?

I push her sharply, stopping her movements, my heart stuttering when her facial expression barely changes as her eyes move from the wall to me.

She’s no longer with me.

And that just doesn’t work for me.

Moving both palms to her hips, I pull her off me, standing up and throwing her on the bed. She gasps, a bit of life flashing into her eyes. My hand grabs her throat, fingers squeezing the sides so tight the tendons bend from the pressure. And then I pull until her back is bowed off the bed, her nose brushing against mine.

“Come back to me, little bird.” Her eyes flicker and focus, and my chest loosens, relief dousing the worry.

“Are you okay?” I loosen my grip.

She gasps for breath, nodding.

“Do you want to stop?”

She shakes her head.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

She nods again.

“Good.”

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