Page 86 of These Rough Waters

“I wasn’t there for the bed, little doe. I’d sleep on the floor if you were there.”

Heat flares in my cheeks, “You’re very good at saying all the right things.”

He chuckles and the sound warms me through. I let my eyes find him as he walks towards the bed, he had changed into a pair of low hanging fleece pants, his torso bare, showing me all his hard muscle, the dips and valleys and all the glorious ink he has etched into his skin. He’s grinning down at me, dimples on full display and eyes bright.

“Suits you,” he says, “this home. This bed.” His knees dip the mattress as he makes his way over and hovers over me. “Me.”

I nod subtly, “You,” I agree.

“Are you tired sweetheart? It’s been a long day.”

I shake my head.

His eyes dip down my body, snagging on the strip of skin at my torso that’s been revealed since my tee has shifted up.

“Let me help you,” he rasps, hand falling to that slice of skin on show, pushing the material further up so he can cup my waist.

I nod.

“Words, Maya, let me hear your words.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“You want my help?”

“Yes, Torin.”

“Tell me what you want.” He pushes his hand up and under the material, cupping beneath my breast.

“I want you to fuck me,” I swallow, an ache starting low in my stomach, spreading down between my thighs which I clench together, squirming on the bed while he just hovers there, the only contact between us is the hand he holds to my ribs, his thumb circling slowly and pebbling my skin.

He growls, a deep rumble of approval, “You want me to fuck you until you can’t take anymore, little doe? Fuck you and make you come over and over until you beg me to stop?”

The whimper that escapes me makes my cheeks flush hot, “Yes.”

His eyes flare and he drags his hand down to the band of my shorts, “Lift your hips.”

I do as I am told, shifting so he can drag the shorts down my thighs, showing I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Already bare for me, sweetheart, look at you dripping all over my bed. So fucking ready to take me.”

He drags the tee up and over my head, leaving me completely nude on his dark sheets. He pushes up onto his knees as if to get a better look and my body reacts to everywhere his eyes touch, from the pebbling of my nipples, to my core clenching around nothing.

I had no idea this was what it was supposed to be like.

He drags a finger down the center of my abdomen, his eyes lighting up as my muscles twitch and jump at the contact of the rough pad of his finger against my smooth skin. “Goddamn, Maya, whenever I see you like this, it’s like the first time all over again. I can’t get enough of you.”

He keeps moving his hand until he’s completely cupping me between the legs, his eyes rolling closed in pleasure, “So damn wet.”

“Torin, please,” I writhe against his hand which forces his eyes to open and focus on my hips and where he touches me. He shifts until one finger is inserted inside, letting me continue to seek my pleasure against his hand.

“I think my favorite thing is watching you ride any part of me,” He tells me honestly, “So how about you ride my fucking face and come all over my tongue?”

“Your face?” I squeak.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he drags his hand away from me, leaving me empty and needy but then he sucks the finger that was inside of me into his mouth. “Fucking delicious, Maya.”

“Jesus Christ.”

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