Page 37 of Spreading Her Wings

“I’m scared.” She shut her eyes again.

I ran my fingers down her cheek, framing her jaw. “Scared of what?” I paused when her bottom lip started to shake. “Open your eyes.”

She opened them, staring at herself in the mirror, a look of embarrassment painted on her face. “Scared ofthis.”

“Of me?” I gathered her hair in my fist, pulling it back and pressing my lips to her neck. She whimpered. “I thought you trusted me.”

When I nipped at her earlobe, she gasped, holding her mouth open and pushing her body back against mine. “I do,” she whimpered.

“Then tell me what you want.” I slid my hands up under her shirt, dragging the fabric up her body and over her head. She shook her head. “Tell me,” I said with added emphasis. I unhooked her bra, and when it dropped, she let it fall to the floor at her feet.

Her nipples peaked, reacting to a mixture of the cold air in the entryway and her arousal. I ran the tips of my fingers up her arms and over her shoulders, lightly sweeping down her chestwith a touch that was barely there. She leaned forward, and I pulled my fingers away.

“Do you want something?”

Her mouth dropped open, a frustrated scoff coming out. “Yes,” she moaned.

“Tell me what you want.” There was a small space between each of the words, and she groaned with frustration.

“Auston,please.”

I traced my fingers over her abdomen with no added pressure, barely teasing her soft skin. “You have to say it.”

“I want you to touch me.” Her voice was shy, as if saying what she wanted would physically hurt her.

I put my hands on her waist, gripping and pulling her body back against mine. I touched her ear. “Where do you want me to touch you?”

“Auston…” She tried to move her body against my hands.

My hands ached as I pulled away from her. I wanted to devour her and touch every inch of her body, but I needed her to say it. She stared at me in the mirror with exasperation. “What do you want, kitten?”

“I want you to play with my nipples and my pussy.” She looked down, turning her gaze away from the mirror and to the floor next to us where our discarded shirts were.

I gripped her jaw gently, turning her face back to the mirror. “I’ll do anything you want, but you have to say it.” She gulped, the movement of her throat bouncing against my hand. “And you have to watch. I want you to see how fucking intoxicating you are when you demand what you want.”

She whimpered, nodding against my grip on her chin. Using my free hand, I twisted her nipple between my fingers, and when she closed her eyes, I gripped it tighter. “Fuck! Ouch!” she shrieked, glaring at me.

“I said, eyes open,” I reminded her.

I let go of her chin, dropping my hand to her other nipple and twisting them in slow, easy movements, giving her the bare minimum. “More, Auston.” When I didn’t change my movements, she released a frustrated grunt. “Fuck! Touch my clit.”

Without hesitation, I dropped my hand to the crest between her legs, brushing my finger against her already pooling arousal. When I circled my finger around the small bundle of nerves, her legs buckled slightly, causing her to bend forward. She rested her elbows against the table, keeping her eyes locked on us in the mirror.

I continued my movements, not changing my pace or applying pressure. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want.” I pressed a soft kiss to her neck, still circling her nipple with the slightest touch.

“I want more,” she whined.

I shook my head, continuing the same teasing movements. “That’s not good enough,” I said, stopping when she bucked her hips against my hand.

“Auston!”

I moved my hand around her waist, wrapping and pulling her tight against me. Her movements limited, she settled against me, whimpering. “Use your words, babe. It’ll feel so much better when you do.”

“I want you to make me come.”

Shaking my head again, I ran my tongue along her neck. “Tell meexactlywhat you want, or I won’t let you.”

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