Page 54 of These Rough Waters

“So fucking responsive,” I praise, “But I’m not done with you, Maya. By the time I’m finished you’ll never fucking think of another man.”

“There’s only been one,” She gasps out.

I slide down her body, parting her thighs as I kneel between her legs, “Now there’s only me.”

Twenty-Six

His big body parts my thighs and his glacial eyes bore down into me, burning with such fervor that it ignites me to my core. I didn’t expect it to happen like this.

I was willing to accept that I wanted him, that I was going to take what I wanted but I didn’t expect so much intensity or passion or possessiveness. And even in all of that, with the desire that is so potent I can almost taste it, he touched me in a way that made me feel precious, like I was worshipped.

Something in his face softens as if he can read the thoughts spiraling through my head and he lays his body over mine, framing my face with his large hands before he presses his mouth to mine, the course hair of his beard scratching deliciously against my skin.

“I think I wanted you the moment I saw you hiding on my boat.” He murmurs against my mouth, “but IknewI wanted you the moment you called me an asshole and threatened me in your cabin. You are beautiful, Maya, but it is your thorns that devastate me.”

“Stop,” I breathe, I couldn’t hear this now, I couldn’t cope with this.

“No, little doe, I want to unravel you,” He kisses my jaw, “Take you to pieces to see all your deep dark secrets. I’ve come to realize I want to bury myself so far into you you’re not going to know where I begin, and you end.”

“Torin,” His name is a whisper on my tongue as his mouth peppers kisses down my face, across my jaw, his hair rasping on my skin with every pass of his mouth and he continues to move down, over my sensitive breasts. His teeth graze and his tongue chases, licking away the sting of his bite but it was so good I never wanted it to stop.

There had only ever been one and he never did this, never made me feel like this.

His words and his actions, they were actions of a man determined to wring as much pleasure from my body as possible. He knew where to touch, what to say, like I was a puppet and he the master, pulling the strings of my body.

His mouth kisses over my stomach and my muscles jump at the touch of it before he moves down, hands sliding down to the insides of my thighs to part me further and expose my center and then he stops at my pussy, eyes looking up from beneath his thick, dark lashes and his mouth cocks up into a half smile. It was the look of a man about to get everything he’s ever wanted.

“Let me hear how I make you feel, little doe,” He rasps, blowing air across my sensitive flesh and then he lowers his head and swipes his tongue over me, and we moan in unison. “Fuck you taste like heaven, Maya.”

“Oh my god,” I cry as he works me over with his tongue, holding me apart with his hands so I can’t press my legs together to stop the onslaught of pleasure that has all my muscles twitching and tensing.

“You’re doing so good,” He praises, “Do you like this?”

“Yes,” I whimper as he turns his attention to my clit, the tip of his tongue teasing over the sensitive bud as one hand releases my leg to come down, two fingers exploring my entrance.

“Do you want to come again, little doe?”

“Please,” I bear my hips down as if I can get him to penetrate me with those fingers, entice him to settle that ache deep inside me. God this feels so good, I didn’t know it could be this good.

“It is truly a crime that no one else has made you come, little doe, especially since your pleasure is this beautiful.”

He slowly inserts those fingers into me, and I feel myself becoming tighter, his breath whispering against me while he talks. He curls his fingers and a shot of pleasure zips down my back and I cry out, the odd sensation arching my spine. He chuckles against me, “There she is.” He rasps, “relax sweetheart, that’s it.”

He pumps slowly, brushing on that incredibly sensitive spot just inside of me that had never been stroked like this. His mouth goes back to work, and I can feel it coming, the climax, but I tense, the feeling almost too much to bear.

He comes away again, pumping his fingers a little harder, a little faster, eyes on my face, “Look at me,” He demands softly.

My lips part and eyes latch onto his, “Come on, little doe, come all over my hand. You’re so pretty when you fall apart.”

“Torin,” I whimper.

“Feel me, sweetheart, feel this. Let go.”

My breath comes harder and faster as he continues to work me, his attention focused on bringing me to that peak, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth, I can’t stop it. I detonate, the orgasm exploding through me as I call out his name and clench around his fingers.

He slows his movements, bringing me down from the high before he moves back up my body, his thick, hard cock bumping against my thigh as he kisses my lips, “Fucking stunning.” He rasps.

I move my hand, wanting to wrap it around him, to bring him just an ounce of what he’s given me but before I can even touch him, he captures my wrist, bringing my hand up to kiss my palm.

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