Page 79 of Papers Don't Lie

Is she mad because she thought I was rejecting her or I didn’t want her because she’s a virgin? That would be stupid. I've never wanted anyone more than I want Esmeray, and I think that’s what makes it hard—because I don’t just want her body, I want all of her.

I get closer to Esmeray and throw an arm on her waist, hugging her to my chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t make myself clear, Ray, but I do want you. Badly. I just thought you weren’t ready.You just got a taste of what freedom feels like, and I didn’t want you to feel that I was taking it away from you in any way."

“It’s not that," she snaps. “Your hard-on is quite the giveaway.” For a moment I think the mood is lightening, but then she continues. “It’s just… I’ve wished for something my entire life, and now that I’m getting close to it, I’m becoming impatient. I’m sorry.” Her voice cracks, and something weird happens in my heart as well, demanding me to soothe away any pain she’s facing.

My hand grabs on her shoulder, and I turn her on her back, forcing her to watch me as I tower over her. I take a few rebellious hairs from her forehead and brush them, my heart squeezing in my chest.

“Anything you wish, I’ll give you. Just ask for it, and it’s yours," I admit, wiping away a tear.

Esmeray glances up at me, her crystal eyes focusing on my lips as her thumb lifts to caress them, to taste the waters before she gently pushes herself on her elbow and smashes her mouth on mine. She just presses her lips on mine, her hand sneaking under the back of my neck and dragging me closer to her.

She breaks the innocent kiss, breathing heavily. “I want to know you."

I wipe an almost dried tear off her cheek and kiss it afterward. “You do know me.”

Esmeray shakes her head. “I know ten percent of you, Kai Graves. Sometimes I feel like we’ve known each other for our entire lives, but then I realize you’re like an enigma to me,” she whispers, her hand traveling from my neck to my stomach. I tense under her touch but give her complete freedom. “I want to really feel like you are my husband, like I’m entitled to touch you wherever and whenever I want, like I’m part of your life and like I belong in your bed,” she continues, teasing the skin above my boxers with her nail.

My hand grabs a hold of her chin, squeezing it between my fingers. Her eyes snap to mine. “I’m your husband. You’re allowed to do whatever you want to me. You’re more than just a part of my life, and this is our bed.”

She shakes her head in my hold. “And yet, it’s strange for me to think that way.”

“You’ll learn to,” I tell her, and her hand lands on top of my cock, through the material. I twitch my jaw at the contact. “I’ve never said that you can’t touch me, Ray.”

“Then don’t tell me to stop this time," Esmeray whispers on the top of my lips, her hand curling around my dick and squeezing tightly.

She licks my bottom lip, her wrist finding an excruciating rhythm in palming my cock. My hand drops to her neck, carefully holding it as if it’s the only thing restraining me from pinning her on her back and fucking her as she begged me to.

Yet I take her mouth and meet her tongue halfway while her speed increases. We’re all teeth and bites, blaming each other for the wait until now.

I groan inside her mouth at the desperation I feel at the need to have her hand on me, not on top of my boxers. She feels good, but I want more of her. I want to feel her closer.

“Give me your pussy, Ray. I know it’s waiting for me," I murmur on top of her lips, my fingers slightly squeezing her throat.

Esmeray takes the blanket off her and parts her legs open like that’ll do.

“Not like that.” I shake my head, then take her by the waist and place her on my abdomen, putting us into the sixty-nine position. “On all fours," I command, smelling her still-wet arousal from here.

She throws me a look over her shoulder before she sighs and complies. “What happened to not stopping me?”

I smirk. “I’m not, I’m just making this better for the both of us."

Since her ass isn’t yet reaching my mouth, I sneak my hands under her hips and drag her until I can bury my tongue inside her. She automatically moans at the contact, and I continue to lick her as if she’s the sweetest dessert on earth, parting her lips and pushing my tongue inside her as one of my fingers circles her clit. She shudders, moving her hips in circles to get more friction.

My face is drenched in her juices.

The best thing about this? I get to taste her pussy while she can do whatever she wants with my cock. It’s a win-win, and it’s safe to say sixty-nine has become my favorite position.

“Ahhh…” she whimpers when I push a finger inside and move my tongue on her clit. “Kai.” Her hand lands again on my cock. “It’s not enough,” she repeats, her moves now erratic.

The moment she pushes my boxers aside and her warm hand covers my dick, I’m lost. She pumps with just the right amount of force, even though there’s no rhythm or experience in it. It’s enough to drive me crazy to the point I forget she’s a virgin.

“Do you trust me?” I manage to mutter on her wet lips.

“Yes.” She lets out a small scream.

I remove my hand from the top of her ass and drag three fingers over her juices until they are wet enough. Esmeray doesn’t ask any questions and continues to palm my cock. I return with my mouth on her clit and pump my fingers inside her while my tongue draws circles on her clit.

She pushes forward a bit at the contact. “Ahh,” she screams in pain, but then it fades into pleasure. Esmeray rides my hand until the room is filled with nothing else but her sounds of pleasure.

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