Page 63 of The Sound Of Silence

Then she waits.

“Is this okay?” she says with a wavering voice, and her nerves make me smile. Not because I like her to be uncomfortable, but because it puts us on more even ground. I feel exactly the same.

Grabbing her ass over the material of the bikini, I pull her toward me, and in one quick movement she’s straddling my lap.

I’ve been in this position fully clothed before, butfuuuck, this is different.So different. Better.My body ignites again, burning every contact point between our skin, and when she readjusts herself, accidentally rubbing her heated core against my cock, it thickens beneath her.

Despite never going bare before, and never even wanting to, it takes everything in my power not to rid us of our bottoms so I can slip inside her.

Willow startles at the feel of my hardness pressed against her, letting out a soft mewl. “I was going to ask if this was comfortable, but I’m going to say yes?”

“No, Buttercup, I’m far from comfortable, but I’m trying. I’m reallyfuckingtrying."

She once again nods, seemingly understanding what I’m unable to explicitly say, and doesn’t even question the nickname this time. Because how can she? By definition buttercups can cause severe burns when the bruised plants come into contact with human skin, sometimes leaving lesions that are difficult to heal. By comparison, one touch from Willow sets my body on fire, leaving invisible scars everywhere she burns.

“Do you want to stop?” she asks, doing an awful job of hiding her disappointment.

I roll her hips slightly, taking in the way her skin pebbles with goose bumps as she shivers. “No, I don’t. We’re just getting started.”

She sighs in relief, but a flash of fear crosses her face, leaving me desperate to know what she’s afraid of.Is it me?Because it should be me. It really fucking should be.

But of course it’s not.

Only a second later, I discover what’s making her nervous as she raises her hands to the back of her neck and unties her straps, letting the cups of her bikini finally fall away.

Swallowing a lump in my throat,I stare down at her spectacularly bare breasts and pert nipples, my eyes following the light dusting of freckles that spread from one side of her body to the other, highlighting a path for my mouth.Jesus, that’s a new thought.But it’s welcome. I’m practically salivating at the thought of tasting her. But not tonight. Tonight’s about a different sense—touch.

Lifting my hands, I hover just out of reach, building anticipation between us. Willow’s breath hitches with her eyes locked on my hand. Waiting. But after a beat, she rushes out the word “Please” almost breathlessly.

And that’s all it takes.

Steadying her body with one hand, my other molds around one of her perfect tits, my thumb grazing her pebbled nipples.

Willow’s chest heaves as I squeeze her in my palm, giving her a pinch before offering the same treatment to the other side. It’s unhurried, purposeful, and pure torture, but the sounds coming out of her mouth have me forgetting all of my troubles, even my name.

Willow moans, bucks, and shakes as I roll her nipples between my fingers. And when I run my other hand up her chest, curling my fingers into her hair, her eyes slam shut as she bites her lip, sucking the flesh into her mouth.

“You’re fucking perfect, Willow. I really wish I could give you more.”I really wish I could be the one biting her lips.

Her brows furrow at my words, but when my hand drops to her leg, all is forgotten.

And since I’ve already taken this further than I ever thought I would, I push the boundaries even more, skating my fingers toward the apex of her thigh, pausing just before I touch her.

My heart beats to its own tune. A tune so dark it’s fit for a horror movie, but I keep going. Needing to feel how much she wants me. How much her body craves mine.

She moans again as her hips subtly buck, begging me to seal the gap between us, but I take my time, running my thumb across her bikini, keeping the material between us.

My fingers slide over her, teasing, until I feel the heat between her legs as I add pressure. I'm just about to pull back when Willow gasps, her body sagging against mine, connecting us more than we’ve ever been before. More than I was ready for, and I wait for my natural reaction. My repulsion. But it doesn’t come.

She moans again, and the sound has my balls tightening as an electric current shoots through me, her pleasure turning me on.

I can do this.

Her bikini bottoms are so thin that I’m practically touching her flesh, but since I’m not, that makes all the difference. But I want to try more.

Biting my cheek, I slowly slide the bikini to the side and plunge a finger inside her, freezing when her eyes flash to mine and she cries out—in what I don’t know.

“Fuck, is this okay. Does it hurt? Tell me if it hurts,” I rush, because while it feels so fucking good to me, I have no idea what I’m doing.

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