Page 40 of Habits

I see that softer side that’s hidden underneath the surface.

The one I saw that night when I caught her playing the violin.

“Can you turn it off?”

I look at her for a few seconds longer. I don’t want to do it. I want to see her body react to my touch. I want to see her face when I enter her. I want to see her fall apart. But the worry in her eyes is evident. So for the first time in my selfish life, I comply and do as she asked.

I want her.

I want her so badly my whole body is stiff with need to have her.

Any way she’ll let me.

When the room is safely clouded in darkness, except for the faint light of the moon, I return back to the foot of the bed.

Jeanette hasn’t moved an inch, and I can see her playing with her lip again.

“Where were we?” I ask, my voice husky.

“You were just about to take off your shirt.”

“I was?”

Her eyes glide over my body, so hot and intense. “Mhmm …”

Reaching behind my back, I pull my shirt off and let it fall to the ground before I climb onto the bed, my body hovering over hers.

Instinctively, her legs fall open, making more room for me.

Inviting.

Needy.

I chuckle, my hand brushing against her side. Up and down, my fingers trace, tugging at the edge of her shirt. “I think it was something else.”

This time when I try to pull her shirt up, she doesn’t stop me. The material slides up, revealing her creamy skin. Throwing her shirt and bra aside, I let my hands caress her skin. Her tits are exposed, moonlight falling over them and accentuating her erected pink nipples.

My mouth waters at the sight.

My fingers trace a path up, over her tiny waist, and cup her breasts, pushing them closer, thumbs brushing against the sensitive tips.

Her eyes fall shut and she arches her back, pushing her tits further into my touch.

I lean down, my head hovering over her chest. “Eyes on me Princess,” I murmur, my hot breath touching her exposed skin and making me shiver.

Reluctantly, she opens her eyes, dark gray orbs looking at me. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Hill.”

There is a little bit of anger mixed with sexual frustration, and it’s making me smirk wider.

“If you want some of this.” I push my hips further into her so she can feel my hardness. “Then yes, I do.”

Without giving her a chance to say anything, my mouth wraps around the erected tip of her nipple, pulling it deep into my mouth.

Moaning, she pushes her boobs into my face, her hand running through my hair and holding me to her.

“An-drew …”

Encouraged by her soft whimpers, I continue playing with her tits, switching between the two. My tongue swipes over the hard tip before I nibble at it. Sucking and teasing, I play with her body.

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