Page 82 of Wanting Wentworth

“Anything, Sunshine…” Stroking my thumbs against the inside of her thighs, I shake my head. “You can ask me for anything. Tell me anything—it’s okay, I swear.”

“You’ll laugh.”

It’s the same thing she said to me the first time we kissed. When she asked to touch my tattoos and things got dangerously out of hand between us. Looking down at her, I shake head again. “I think I’ve proved that when it comes to the things you want to do to me, I manage to keep a straight face…” Giving her thighs a gentle squeeze, I lean into her just a bit, the head of my still swollen cock grazing against the seam of her pussy. “Matter of fact, I can’t think of a goddamn thing you’ve ever asked for that I find even remotely funny.”

When she feels the head of my cock brush against her, Kait gasps and her gaze falls to my mouth like she’s imaging all the things she wants me to do to her with it. “I’ve never…” Gaze lifting to meet mine, she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and frowns. “I’ve never had an orgasm before,” she tells me before going quiet again like she’s waiting for me to break my promise and laugh. When all I do is stroke my thumbs against the inside of her thighs again and wait for her to finish, she keeps talking. “Brock never cared if I…” Shaking her head, frustration and shame showing plainly on her face, she looks away from me. “I don’t know what to ask for.”

Have an orgasm before I die

She wrote that in her notebook. I didn’t really understand what it meant until now and I don’t know if I want to kill that piece of shit for treating her like she doesn’t matter or if I want to thank him for being such a selfish little prick.

“You’ve never touched yourself?” The question brings a mental image of Kait, naked and spread out in front of me like she is right now, fingers buried in her own slick pussy. Fucking herself while I watch. While I tell her what to do. Show her how to make herself come.

She frowns at me and shakes her head. “I’ve shared a room with Abbey my entire life,” she tells me but it’s more than that. More than just a lack of privacy that’s held her back but I don’t want to think about that right now. Right now, I want to focus on her.

Giving her what she wants.

Even if she isn’t sure what that is.

“We’re going to have to fix that, Sunshine…” Giving her thighs another stroke, I tighten my grip, dragging her even closer. “Later.”

“Later?” It comes out soft and slightly disappointed.

“Yeah—” I flex my hips, pushing my hard shaft along the seam of her wet, swollen slit. “Later.” When the head of my cock hits her clit, she pulls in a sharp breath and her lashes flutter against flushed cheeks. “I’ll be more than happy to show you how to make yourself come—but not right now.” I do it again, teasing her clit with the tip of my cock, and when her hips rock in my grip, pressing herself against me, it takes all that I have not bury myself in her pussy. “Right now, you’re going to tell me what you want.” Before she can spiral again, I flex my hips. Rub myself against her until she moans. “There’s no wrong answer. Nothing you can say that—”

“The picture.” She opens her eyes, the blue of them so dark they’re almost as black as mine. “I want the picture.”

She found it.

I wanted her to.

Left it on the desk, covered in my cum. Desk light shining on it like a beacon because I meant for her to find it. Wanted her to see what I did. How I imagined it. Know what thinking about fucking her drove me to.

“Went… please.” She lifts her hip, rubbing her pussy against the head of my cock because now that she’s said it out loud, she’s desperate for it. “Please. I want—”

“Ready.” Squeezing my eyes shut because if I have to watch her rub herself on my cock and feel it, I’m going to fucking lose it. I tighten my grip on her hips to keep my hands from shaking and grit my teeth in order to beat back the feral, blinding need that’s pushing me to give in. To fuck her, hard and fast, the way she’s begging me to. “I have to make sure you’re ready first… as ready as I can get you.” When she doesn’t answer me, I open my eyes to find hers blazing up at me. “Kait—”

“And then the picture?”

I nod, fighting back a grin even though the pressure building against the base of my spine might be threatening my ability to walk. “And then the picture.”

“Okay…” Panting slightly, she nods her head. “What do I do?”

Letting go of her thighs, I lean forward. Moving over her, I nearly swallow my own tongue when I feel my balls press against her soft, wet slit because I’m imagining what it’s going to feel like to be balls deep inside her.

Fists punched into the pillow on either side of her head, I lower myself slowly until my mouth is hovering a breath above hers. “Talk to me, Sunshine…” I skim the tip of my tongue along the plump curve of her lower lip before nipping it with my teeth. “All you have to do is talk to me. Tell me what feels good—I’ll take care of the rest.”

“What if I can’t?” Her brow creases in a frown even as she lifts her hips off the mattress to rub herself against me. “What if—”

“You can.” I kiss her, pressing my mouth against hers until I feel her lips part on a soft moan to welcome me inside. Sweeping my tongue into her mouth on a groan of my own, I rub it against hers, tangling and swirling until I feel the press of her hands against my back. Her short, blunt nails digging into my shoulders. Tearing my mouth away from hers, I skim my lips across her cheekbone. Along the curve of her jaw. Down the long line of her neck, nipping and licking my way over the jut of her collarbone while I shift my hips away from hers. Bracing myself over her on one arm, I slide my free hand down the length of her torso, rough-tipped fingers skimming over the slats of her ribs. The soft curve of her stomach until they brush against the top of her mound. Looking up the length of her, I find her gaze with mine before pushing lower, sliding my hand over her wet, quivering pussy until the tips of my two middle fingers are press against her entrance.

“Talk to me…” The tip of my tongue traces along the curve of her breast to tease one of her stiff, swollen nipples, while my thumb slips between her slick folds. “Tell me how it feels.” I give her swollen clit a slow, teasing circle that lifts her hips off the bed and into the tight press of my hand.

“Good… so good.” She moans it, long, dark lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks. Fingers gripping at the muscles in my back. Hips lifted. Rocking and tilting so she can keep rubbing herself against me.

I slide my fingers inside her on a long, smooth stroke that digs her fingernails even deeper and steals the rest of her plea on a sharp, shuddering gasp.

“Fuuuck…” Pulling out almost to their tips, I work them back in, the grip and pull of her tight pussy around my fingers tingling like phantom pains along the shaft of my throbbing cock. “So fucking tight… so fucking wet for me, Sunshine…” I close my mouth over her nipple, sucking and teasing it with my tongue. Nipping and scraping it with my teeth while I fuck her hard and deep with my fingers, spreading them inside her to stretch her pussy wide enough to take me. Lifting my head to look up at her, I nearly come all over myself when I find her head lifted off the pillow so she can see what I’m doing. Watch me fuck her with my fingers.

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