Page 78 of Bleeding Hearts

“Yeah.” He nods. “You’re right. I am really lucky.” He pauses. “You know, you don’t have to talk about your family with me if you don’t want to, but I want you to know that you can, Demi. I’ll always be here to listen.”

“I know, thank you,” I say. “I promise I’ll tell you about them soon, just not tonight. I just want to enjoy being part of your family for tonight, not worry about my own.”

“Whatever you want, baby.” He pulls me onto his lap, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “You want to get some sleep?” he asks.

“You know, suddenly, I’m not really tired.” I turn to straddle him, rubbing myself over his length.

“Shit,” he groans just before I repeat the same movement.

“Are you still sure we can’t have sex in here?” I press kisses along the side of his neck, up his jawline and then his lips.

“Think you can be quiet?” he asks in between kisses. He reaches down, grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, making quick work of my bra after that.

“I’ll do my best.” I smile, standing to unbutton and pull down my jeans while he swipes his shirt over his head.

He stands in front of me, and it’s like something between the two of us snaps. We move in unison, each of us desperate to get to the other first, our lips slamming together in a force of passion. He slides his hands under my thighs, and I don’t hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist as he easily lifts me.

He keeps his lips fused to mine, his tongue sneaking past them to tangle with my own as he walks us to the other side of the room. My back hits the wall with a thump as he presses me into it.

In the back of my mind, I remember that we’re supposed to be quiet, but in the moment, I can’t find it in me to care.

I tangle my fingers through the strands of his hair as he kisses me like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. He gently lowers me to the ground before breaking the kiss to slide my underwear down my legs.

I step out of them, and he shoves them in his back pocket before kissing me again.

He reaches down, lifting my right leg around his waist again and pressing his hard, jean-covered cock into my sensitive skin. He repeats the motion, the friction sending an immediate shot of fire straight to my core.

I whimper when he pulls away, but only for a second before he reaches his hand down, rubbing his fingers expertly over my clit.

“Fuck, Ash,” I moan as he slips a single digit inside of me. He pulls it out, dragging my wetness through my folds and over my clit before repeating the motion.

“Quiet, baby,” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice as he continues his ministrations.

“I’m trying. You’re making it difficult.” I bite my lip, trying to swallow the moans eager to escape.

“Hmm. Well, then I’ll just have to make sure you stay quiet a different way.” A cocky smirk covers his face as he pulls away. “Open.” He places the same finger that was just inside of me on the seam of my bottom lip, rubbing my arousal over it.

I can’t help sneaking my tongue out, licking over the trail of wetness before following his orders. He groans as it brushes over the tip of his finger before he pulls away, reaching into his back pocket and pulling my underwear out of it.

My eyes widen in surprise as he shoves the black thong into my mouth. He places his fingers under my jaw, gently closing it with the thong still shoved inside.

“Now stay quiet like the good girl I know you can be,” he says before slipping his fingers back down to my center and shoving two inside.

My back arches against the wall and I let out a much quieter, muffled moan.

He moves them in and out of me slowly, the sounds of what he’s doing to me filling the room. My arms are wrapped around his neck, but without him holding me up, I’d probably be in a mush of Jell-O on the floor.

He settles his thumb over my clit, rubbing circles as he pushes his fingers in and out of me. The burn starts slowly, building and building, until I feel like my whole body is on fire and I’m desperate for him to drown the flames.

My nails dig into the back of his neck, and I bite down on the underwear in an effort to stay quiet as he curls his fingers inside of me, hitting the spot that makes me see stars.

“Fuck, baby. Your sweet little cunt is squeezing my fingers so fucking tight.” He increases the pace, curling his fingers inside of me with every stroke while simultaneously rubbing my clit. “Let me feel you dripping all over them. Come for me, Demi.”

His words detonate the ticking bomb inside of me, and I feel a gush of liquid as I do exactly as he says, exploding all over his fingers.

My body feels tingly, almost numb, as shock waves roll through it from the orgasm. He slows his pace, moving his fingers in and out of me slowly as I come down.

He sets my leg down on the ground, holding my hip until he knows I’m steady enough to stand on my own two feet. He holds up the fingers that were just inside me, the moonlight shining in from the window showing my pleasure dripping down his hand.

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