Page 97 of Wanting Wentworth

“Because…” Feather light strokes tease my stiff swollen nipples, first one and then the other. “I like being the only person who’s ever made you come.” Thumb and forefinger come together, the rough pinch of them against my nipple pulling a shuddering gasp up the line of my throat. “And because if I show you how to do it, you won’t need me anymore.”

“Maybe not.” Forcing my eyes open, I look up at him, leaning into the teasing brush of his fingers. “But I’ll want you to.” I tell him quietly. “I think I’ll always want you to.”

Went makes that sound again, dark and deep inside his chest, a second before he drops to his knees in front of me. “Open your legs.”

Weight braced against the desk behind me, I do as he says, opening my legs slowly while my heart jackhammers against my ribs.

Sitting back on his heels, Went wraps a hand around my ankle before looking up at me. “Relax…” He gives my ankle a squeeze and I nod, purposely releasing the tension in the leg he’s holding. As soon as my leg goes limp, he lifts my foot off the floor to set it on his thigh. Shoulder pressed against my bent knee, he wraps a rough hand around the top of my other thigh, opening my legs even wider, the cool air of the room pulling a shuddering gasp up the line of my throat as soon as it hits my hot, aching pussy.

“Do you know what kills me, Sunshine?” Went leans into the juncture of my thighs, so close I can feel his breath against the heat of me with every quiet word. “I mean, what absolutely puts me in the fucking ground?”

Looking down the length of my body, seeing Went’s dark head pushed between my thighs, my pussy clenches so hard I have to grit my teeth to keep from moaning out loud. “No…” Hands still gripped around the edge of the desk I’m balanced on, my thighs begin to shake with anticipation while the world around me tilts and twirls, faster and faster. “Tell me.”

“You’ll never know how beautiful you look when you want to be fucked…” He looks up at me through his lashes, the devilish gleam in his dark, heavy gaze flattened out by need. “No matter how many times I draw it for you, no matter how long I spend perfecting every detail, you’ll never see what I see. I could spend a thousand years drawing your face and I’d never even come close...” Hand gripped around my thigh, Went drops his gaze, the heat of it against my bare pussy almost enough to blind me. “Your pussy’s so wet your thighs are covered in it.” The quiet observation is followed by the tip of his tongue, skimming along the inside of my thigh. “That’s how badly you want to be fucked right now…” He licks along the inside of my thigh again and a deep, heavy sound rumbles through his chest, so loud I feel the vibrations of it against his tongue. “So badly you’ve soaked the ink blotter on your father’s desk…” His tongue reaches the top of my thigh. “Give me your hand.”

Yes.

Even though I’m sure that I’ll collapse without the brace of it to hold me up, I pry my fingers away from the edge of the desk so I can do as Went says. Gaze still pinned to mine, he wraps his free hand around my wrist. “Your two middle fingers,” he says, his tone rough and uneven. “Give them to me.”

Tucking my other fingers out of the way, I watch while Went opens his mouth. Tugging on my wrist, my fingertips brush against his lower lip before he draws them into his mouth, licking and swirling his tongue along the length of them for a few seconds before pulling them free.

“Do I—” The question gets tangled in my mouth when Went turns my hand and lowers it to press the tips of my wet fingers against my aching pussy. Squeezing my eyes shut in hopes of getting my question out in some sensible order, I feel him guide my hand, fingertips sliding along the seam of my throbbing, wet slit. “Do I have to do that? Do I have to—”

“Do you have to lick your fingers before you fuck yourself with them?” The tips of them reach the top of my cleft. “No,” he admits quietly. “I just couldn’t stand the thought of your putting your fingers inside your own pussy without a part of me, going along for the ride.” Using his hold on me, Went presses and circles my fingertips against my throbbing clit. “This is your—”

“I know…” The last of it slips away on a sharp gasp. Taking a steadying breath, I try again. “I know what it is.”

I can practically hear him smirking at me. “Good.” Easing up on the pressure of my fingers, he gives me another teasing brush with their tips, this one leaving me panting and shaking. Guiding my hand lower, he slides my fingers down the wet, aching curve of my pussy to notch them against my entrance. Went’s hand still wrapped around my wrist, he squeezes, a quick pulse that makes my neck tingle before he lets me go to clamp it around my other thigh to hold me open. “Lean back.”

Letting go of the edge of the desk all together, I move my arm behind me, locking my elbow so I can brace myself up on the flat of my hand.

“Just like that… now push.”

I do what he says on a soft, shuddering moan, my fingers sliding easily past my soaking wet entrance to bury themselves deep. “Went—”

“That’s it.” He growls it, hands squeezing around my thighs. “Now press your fingertips against the top of your pussy and pull them out slowly.” His voice is tight. Breath hot and ragged against my thighs. “You feel how soft it is? How smooth?”

“Yes…” I feel a warm flush break out across my chest, scandalized by the feel of my pussy gripping and pulling against my own fingers. Forcing my eyes open, I look down to see Went kneeling in front of me, huge, tattooed hands wrapped around my thighs, dark head bent, even darker gaze nailed to the hand I have pressed into the juncture of them.

Just like the picture.

Like he can feel my gaze on him, Went lifts his to find mine. “Again.”

Pulling them out almost completely, I slide my fingers back in as far as I can on another low moan. “Ohmy—”

“Slow…” he tells me when I move to do it again without direction. “Go slow, Sunshine. You’ll feel a rough patch somewhere along the top of your pussy. It’ll feel almost swollen. Like there’s—”

“Went.” I find it, my eyes flaring wide when I feel the press of my fingers against it. “I—”

“Fuck.” He barks it out on a rough shout before pushing himself up on his knees. “There it is—” Face no longer between my thighs, Went licks his way between my breasts. “That’s your G-spot. Now crook your fingers and stroke it…” I can feel the hard muscles in his stomach start to shake against the back of my hand while that wicked tongue of his licks along the swell of my breast. “Grind the heel your hand against your clit and don’t stop—”

The last of his instructions get lost when he closes his mouth around my breast, teasing and nipping my stiff, swollen nipple while I fuck myself the way he said, grinding my clit against the heel of my hand. Stroking and teasing my pussy until I’m moaning and writhing, the arm I’m braced against, collapsing under the blast of heat that shoots through my bones and flares white hot across every muscle and nerve ending in my body. Until Went rips himself away from me on a dark, guttural sound that pushes him to his feet. Standing between my thighs, Went towers over me, demon black gaze transfixed on my hand, watching me fuck myself through my orgasm.

“Don’t stop,” he growls at me while he jerks his pants down around his hips, hand fisting around his hard cock on a low groan. “Fuck.” He pumps himself from root to tip, his other hand digging into the top of my thigh while he squeezes the head of his cock before stroking his fist down the thick length of it again and again. His quick, shallow breaths start to hitch and pull against his chest, every ragged exhale timed perfectly with the squeeze and snap of his hand along his shaft.

He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Me...” I’m barely able to pant it out, hips shifting and flexing under the grip of his hand while I pull my fingers free to make room for him. “Me… please, I want—”

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