Page 53 of These Rough Waters

She nods.

“The other day, on my thigh?”

“That was the first time.”

“Have you done it to yourself?”

“A few times,” She chews her lip, “I don’t know if I’m broken.”

I grin, “You’re not broken, sweetheart,” I drop my head and lick up the center of her chest, between the valley of her breasts, “You’ve just never been with the right man. I am going to ruin you for anyone else, even your own hand.”

I lick my way up her throat and graze my teeth across her jaw, smiling against her as her body shivers and she breathes out quick and hard, “But first, sweetheart, I’m going to enjoy playing with this pretty body of yours, with that tight wet cunt between your legs and you’re going to let me.”

“Yes,” she hisses.

“That’s it, little doe,” I commend, biting softly on her skin, “So tell me, do you think I can make you come without ever touching this pretty pussy?”

She doesn’t answer me, but her moans and soft little mewls are enough to tell me I could, that she’s that responsive to me, that highly strung right now it would only take me hitting the right spot and saying the right words to have her clenching around nothing.

“I think I could,” I say to her, moving back down to her nipples, licking and sucking on them, sending her into a writhing mess. “I think you’re going to make a mess between your thighs.”

“Oh god,” She cries.

“Praying won’t help you now, little doe, you’ve already signed yourself over to me.”

I get up onto my knees, pushing the blankets fully away from both of us. My cock was painfully hard, jutting out from my body and leaking precum but she was fucking glorious. Soft body glowing with the dying light of the fire, chest heaving, eyes wild and fuck her body… It was a damn work of art that I wanted to explore with my eyes and hands and tongue.

“Look how perfect you are,” I tell her, running a finger down the dip between her ribs to her navel, letting my eyes drop to her glistening cunt. I stop my finger on her mound, right at the top of her slit before I work my way back up, and drop my other hand to her inner thigh, forcing her leg up and out to spread her.

She whimpers delicately but I don’t take my eyes from her. I wanted to devour her entirely. But not yet. Not fucking yet.

“You feel me, Maya?” I ask, letting my hand slide up to the crease between her pussy and thigh, the warmth of her practically radiating off her.

“Yes.”

“Good,” I say, bending and licking up her stomach to her sensitive nipples, “How much do you want me right now, little doe?”

“Please,” She begs, “I want you to touch me.”

Her back arches as I grasp a nipple between my teeth and she groans, trying to pinch her legs together, “Stay wide open for me, Maya.”

“I need more.”

“Do you?”

“Yes!” She hisses.

“Relax sweetheart,” I move to her other nipple, letting the fingers at her thigh move a little, almost to massage her. Her body trembles as her head throws back, lips parted on a silent moan as I worship her body. “That’s it, Maya,” I breathe, tasting the salt on her skin, “You’re so fucking perfect. You’re going to feel so fucking good on my cock. I want you dripping all over me, I want you bouncing on my dick while you scream my name.”

“Jesus Christ,” she gasps, trying again to close her legs but my body doesn’t allow it.

“Can you imagine how good it’s going to feel? To finally give yourself to me? To let me own this sweet cunt like it’s been mine all along?”

“Torin,” She moans.

“Come on, sweet girl,” I bite harder, letting go of her thigh to run fingers over her stomach, her chest and neck, letting her feel the rough of my fingers against the softness of her skin.

“Oh god,” She moans louder, her thighs finally able to close as she arches her spine further and she cries out, her body twitching with an orgasm.

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