Page 44 of The Confidant

“You shouldn’t have fallen asleep.” His wicked smile increases as his eyes narrow. “You gave me an inch, and I am taking itall.”

“Poe,” my voice is weak. I’m trying to protest, but my heart isn’t in it. He’s so sly, thinking he got one over on me. “I would have given you the pair I was wearing. Wet just for you.”

His eyes widen as his nostrils flare. He looks stunned to hear it. My fingers start moving again, and I sigh.

“You have them in your pocket? So you can touch them whenever missing me gets too bad?” I whisper.

“No,” he says calmly, his expression darkening as he moves onto his knees. “For this.”

He wraps the satin around his cock and begins stroking again.

“This is as close to your pussy as I’ll let myself get for now. I can’t mess this up,” he grunts, his hips moving restlessly. “Do you know how hard it’s been to wait? Feeling sick at the thought you’d say no forever? Craving you every single second of the day. And the nights. Fuck, it’s like I’m in pieces without you next to me. I’ve pictured you in my bed so many damn times it’s branded in my head.”

My face flames as I watch. An orgasm is slowly building back up. My clit throbs for attention, but I won’t give in. I want to see him cum first. I slow down, teasing myself as he begins to lose control.

“Are you going to cum in my panties, Poe?” I ask him with a faint gasp.

“Shit,” he groans. “Yes. With you watching me this time. I can feel how hard this one will be. Just from seeing you like this.”

I chew my lower lip as satin slides over his length. “You look good in green.”

His eyes glitter as his teeth clench. “I’ll look better in pink.”

The way he’s focused on my moving fingers says it all.

“Come home, and you can wear pink all night,” I taunt him as his fist moves faster.

“You better start fucking those fingers, siren. I’m going to cum,” he grits out. “Drive them in deep and hard. And know it will never be as filling as my dick inside you. Just like these panties will never feel as good as you wrapped around me.”

His hips are writhing, his control shot. Watching him transform into this possessive beast has me soaked. My fingers start moving as if he had control of them. I can’t keep teasing myself with him watching me.

“Poe,” I gasp at the first hard thrust, my hips rising off the bed. I keep going as my thighs shake at the sudden shift of rising pleasure. The low simmer I was maintaining is quickly building up with each harsh plunge inside. I whimper as my clit throbs.

“That’s better,” his grim triumph is distant as my fingers work my flesh into a frenzy. I can’t stop the sounds I make. The whimpers and groans of his name. This orgasm is going to break me. I can already feel it. Nothing has ever felt this good before.

“Watch me make a mess, Addie,” he demands, forcing my fluttering eyelids to stay open.

The way he’s thrusting into his fist matches my speed. His abs are flexed and straining.

“Faire du désordre,” I gasp as the peak comes closer. I’m sweating and out of control as I beg. “Please,cher. Make a mess.”

A guttural groan rips from his chest as his hips jerk. I watch him cum, some spurting past his fist and the rest soaking into my panties. My fingers move in time with his erratic movements as if he’s inside me. The sight, the feeling, I can almost imagine he’s right here.

I make a choked sound as I cum, the sensation so hard I feel myself tighten over my fingers. Pleasure cascades through me until I’m breathless and muttering.

“Oh God. Poe,” I whimper, my eyes closed tight at the fierce rush of ecstasy.

“Addie,” he moans. The sound is almost in my ear. My thighs clench over my hand to try and keep still as the orgasm slowly starts to fade into a dull pleasure.

“Poe?” I open my eyes and blink.

He isn’t above me like I imagined. I’m alone in this room. I dropped the phone at some point.

“Yeah?”

I turn my head and see the phone on the pillow next to me. I take my hand away, sucking in a breath at how sensitive I am, and roll to my side to prop the phone up.

He looks just as wrecked as I feel. His arms frame the camera as he leans forward, his hair hanging down. He’s panting lightly as his eyes move over my face.

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