Page 52 of These Rough Waters

She rolls her hips again, shifting enough that my cock slips between her thighs and rubs against the warm, wet heat of her cunt. Holy shit, she was dripping, soaking my shaft as her hips roll again, forcing my cock to move against her pussy. I groan, my hand no longer resisting but guiding, moving her softly up and down as my own hips help the rhythm.

We couldn’t do this now, as much as I wanted it. She was barely conscious, likely exhausted and I wanted the doctor to check her out but shit, this feels so fucking good.

It’s been five years since I’ve fucked anyone, let alone a woman like this.

“Little doe,” I growl, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as she pushes her ass back into me and lets out a low moan.

“Torin,” she breathes.

“My control only goes so far, little doe,” I warn, “and you rubbing your sweet cunt all over my cock is testing every limit I have.”

She sucks in a sharp breath and turns her head, the soft orange glow of the fire highlighting her face partially and her green eyes meet mine, wide awake and alert. “Kiss me.” She demands.

“I don’t think you want that right now,” I groan, fingers flexing into her skin.

“I do.”

“You were unconscious a few hours ago, you could be injured right now.” My argument feels like lead in my mouth, but this was therightthing to do.

“I want this,” she says, “I want you.”

“Sweetheart,” I warn, voice gravelly.

“Please,” she begs quietly, “I want to feel you. You don’t want me anymore?” She asks a little self-consciously and begins to move away but I firm up my hand and hold her still, pumping my hips a little to rub against that sweet, sweet spot between her legs.

“Wanting you, little doe, is not the problem.Fuck,I want you.”

“Then what’s the problem, Torin?” She breathes, “Because I want you.”

“What changed?” I rasp, letting my hand curl around from her hip, flattening my palm on the curve of her stomach and revel in the way she sucks in air.

“Why shouldn’t I let myself have what I want?” She whispers, almost to herself, “I needed time to think, Torin. This – whateverthisis, happened quick, I wasn’t prepared.”

“If I was a better man,” I rasp into her hair, before I gently roll her onto her back, the covers falling away from her chest to reveal the perfect mounds of her breasts, her rosy pink nipples peaked and being kissed by the fire’s glow. “I’d stop. If I was a better man, I’d get out of this bed and give you more time. But I don’t want to be a better man today, little doe.”

Her eyes bounce around my face, lips parted as she takes in my words and she lunges up and captures my lips with her own before she whispers, “Don’t be a better man, Torin.”

So, I don’t. I kiss her back like a possessed man, sweeping my tongue between her teeth to tangle with her own, pinning her down on the mattress on the floor as I own her mouth like it has always belonged to me. Like she has always belonged to me.

And I don’t let the nagging feeling in my head get in the way, don’t allow myself to think that she was much too good for me. Because that was true, I didn’t deserve this or her, but I wasn’t the better man, I never had been. I was selfish and possessive, andshe was going to be mine.

I let my hand sweep up over her ribs, cradling the underside of her breast with my fingers as I push it up and let go of her mouth which earns me a disappointed whimper that turns to a cry as my teeth capture the pert nipple. I roll it gently in my mouth, tasting her skin with the tip of my tongue, fingers kneading her plump flesh as her spine arches.

“You are fucking delicious, little doe,” I growl against her skin, “So damn perfect.”

“I – I…” She cries, almost right fucking there and I’ve not even touched her properly, “Shit, Torin.”

“So responsive,” I praise, “Do you think you could come right now without me even touching your pussy, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know,” She whimpers, “I’ve never…”

I abruptly lift onto my elbows, looking down onto her startled face, “Never what?”

She quickly averts her eyes, turning her face away from me so I grip her chin gently and force her to face me again, “Never what?” I repeat.

She shakes her head, “No one has ever made mefinish.”

“Are you telling me you’ve never had an orgasm with another man?”

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