Page 79 of Prove You Wrong

‘Your beard tickles.’ That glorious sound rings out again as I brush my chin on her belly.

‘Oh, you think that tickles, huh?’ I kiss and nip and brush across her whole body, seeking out all her sensitive spots and cataloguing where I really make her zing.

The back of her knee, tracking up her inner thigh has her squealing and I peer up to see that trademark blush smothering her from her cheeks all the way down her neck to her dark pink nipples.

My dick is desperate to join in the fun, but I’m worried if I start, I won’t be able to stop. I don’t want to get carried away and hurt her. It’s been a long wait. What’s a little longer to ensure I get this right?

I kiss my way over to her beautiful pussy and run my tongue along her slit. She groans, hand suddenly clamping down on the back of my head, holding me in place as she opens her legs wider to me and I lick and kiss my way in. She’s fucking wet. Primed. The sweet taste of her on my tongue floods back memories of our first time and another growl escapes me. I want to bottle this flavour.

My balls are seriously heavy and aching. You’d think I hadn’t been tugging off in the shower twice a day since that night a few weeks ago when she strutted into the bar and took over my life.

I need her to come for me like she did in the bar. No, better. Harder.

I slip my pointer finger gently inside her, just a little, and she bucks her hips, showing me she wants more.

‘You like that?’ I murmur, rubbing my stubble on the sensitive skin of her thighs as I push deeper into her warm, welcoming depths.

‘Uh-huh,’ she moans, her breath hitching, her hands flying up to tug at her hair.

‘Good, because I fucking love it,’ I rumble, barely breaking the contact of my lips with her pussy.

A feral groan escapes her as I trail my tongue around her clit, she moves in rhythm as I pump my finger.

Gently, I introduce a second finger, slowing as she adjusts.

She’s so tight, I’m worried I’m going to rip her in half when my dick finally gets its way.

With beckoning strokes, I find the spot that makes her legs tremble and coax her to the edge. She winds the duvet into her fists, knuckles white. I can tell she’s close as she gasps my name, almost begging me to continue.

‘Don’t worry, I have no intention of stopping,’ I speak against her, unwilling to move my mouth away from her.

I ease a third finger inside, gently stretching her pussy wider still. If she comes for me like this, then I know she’ll be able to handle me. Her slickness drips onto my hand and I know she’s almost there.

Clamping my lips over her clit, I give a long suck and in no time, she comes undone. I feel wave upon wave of contractions thunder through her as the muscles inside her pulse around my fingers.

When I’m sure she’s ridden that wave for as long as possible, I draw my fingers back out, kissing my way to her lips.

‘Can you taste how fucking hot you are?’ I mumble through my kisses.

The thought of her tasting herself on my lips is such a damn turn on.

‘I want you inside me,’ she demands into my mouth, urgently kissing me back. Her hand circles my dick again.

‘Fuck,’ she exhales.

I chuckle at her response. I’m a grower. ‘Shit.’ I stop suddenly and raise on to my hands and knees, starting to move away.

She clamps her legs around me. ‘What?’

‘Condom. Wallet. Bathroom.’ I punctuate my words with more kisses as I can’t actually keep my mouth off her.

She sits up a little, shaking her head, chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders. ‘Bedside table.’ She reaches out to the left of the bed, hand grasping the air and I finish the move for her, pulling the drawer open and grabbing a small blue box.

‘I’ve been tested. All clear, but, better be safe, right?’

Ella nods, plucking the box from my hand. ‘Allow me.’ She tears the cellophane off with her teeth.

I twist round and drop down to lie on my back, hands behind my head on the pillow, a smile creeping across my face. Cowgirl will be better, she can take control. Her hands are steady as she unrolls the condom over my cock, which feels like it has its own fucking pulse.

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