Page 84 of My Mistake To Make

‘What?’ My chest rises and falls with the anticipation, the nerves, and the unparalleled desire flooding my veins.

‘I told you I was going to push you and help you step out of your box.’ He takes another step, and I gaze up at him as his hungry stare turns downright predatory. ‘Now, you heard me. Take it off.’

I tremble as the severity of his tone vibrates through me. It’s stern and hard but warm, and, my god, does it turn me on… so much so that I find myself doing as I’m told and drop the towel as he commanded.

‘Now lay down on the bed.’

I inhale sharply and do as I’m told. He stands over me, looking down at my naked form as he dips his head a little, narrowing his gaze like he just found my tell, my weak spot, and he’s going in for the kill.

‘You like me telling you what to do?’ I nod, yes, and he shakes his head slowly, then leans over me, bracing his hands on either side of me. ‘Do you want me to help you become more confident in your sexuality?’ I nod. ‘Then you’re going to have to trust me and let go. Do you trust me, baby?’ I nod again. ‘Use your words.’

I gasp as that tone returns that my body seems to like too much.

‘Yes.’

‘Good. Open your legs.’ My body responds of her own accord.Sheis fully on board, even if my brain is still catching up. ‘Wider. Let me see you, Cara. Spread your legs for me.’ Holy shit. I tremble as I do as I’m told, and he drops his towel and climbs onto the bed, settling on his knees between my mine. ‘There’s my good girl. Look how fuckin’ beautiful you are.’

I feel the rapid rise and fall of my chest and my stomach. I feel the heat of arousal between my legs. I see the way his eyes take in every inch of me, and I can’t ignore the rock-hard dick between my knees.

Oh God, Sensory overload… I’m trembling and squirming, my skin heating, pebbled with goosebumps. My body is reacting to this man and his words, his voice, his gorgeous, naughty smile, and those eyes.

I could come just from being so turned on, just from the anticipation. He smirks.

‘You want me to touch you?’ I nod. ‘Words.’

‘Yes. Please.’

Was that my voice? Did I just beg?

‘No, sweetheart.’ He shakes his head, no. ‘I’m not going to touch you. I’m going to watch, and you’re going to let me know what feels good.’

‘What?’ I gasp and try to close my legs, but his hands on them stop that.

‘Ah ah, don’t you dare close those pretty thighs of yours. I like seeing how wet you are for me.’ He pushes my legs open again, wide open. ‘Now, you’re going to touch yourself, and I’m going to watch.’

‘Doug…’ I can feel the tendrils of panic reaching out, trying to extinguish the flames of desire.

‘Trust me. Just show me what feels good, baby.’ I inhale and meet his gaze and see the exact moment he takes pity on me. ‘Do you need me to help?’

I nod, yes. ‘I don’t know how.’

He takes a deep breath and moves forward, his large body above mine as he leans down to kiss me.

‘Baby,’ he says softly against my lips before pulling back just a little. ‘Your body is yours. Nobody knows it better than you. You can’t get this wrong.’

‘I, um…’

‘Give me your hand.’ I lift my hand, releasing the sheet I hadn’t realized I was gripping, and let him take it. He guides my fingers to stroke across my low belly. ‘Start here,’ he lowers my hand, helping me trail my finger up my inner thigh, ‘or here.’ He releases my hand, leaving me to do this on my own. ‘Stroke your skin. Feel what turns you on and what you enjoy.’ He moves, sitting back once more on his heels and looking down at me. ‘Listen to your body. It’ll tell you what it wants.’

‘I’ve never…’

‘Shh. Close your eyes.’ I do. ‘Touch your body, baby. Let me see you.’

I breathe deeply, faster than usual, as my fingers move over a part of my body I’ve only ever touched to get clean. I notice the sensations as I tentatively stroke, and then my brain jumps on board, reminding me how it feels when he touches me. God, how amazing it feels.

I slip the tip of my index finger between my lips and gasp at the feel of the silky wetness.

‘That feels good?’ He notices, and I hear the arousal in his voice. ‘Fuck, you’re so beautiful.’

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