Page 52 of Reckoning

A tiny gasp tells me that she wants that too.

“You’d like that, Sofia?” I whisper. “Me worshipping your breasts?”

She doesn’t reply, she just lies still, like my perfect little plaything.

I slide my hand down. The panties she’s got on are lace. Far sexier than the ones from the other day. It’s like she knew I’d be returning and she wanted to dress up for me.

I slip my hand beneath the band. Fuck, she’s so warm, so fucking welcoming. Once again her legs seem to spread. Maybe that is an instinct but I’d rather convince myself that it’s her body’s way of showing me approval.

“That’s a good girl.” I whisper. “I’m back to reward you again.”

My hand spreads her lips wide. I took my time before and I want to do the same again, I want to tease both of us, to build this up. It’s not just about the conclusion. Oh no, it’s about both us enjoying this moment, about us enjoying the entire ride.

She’s wet already. Another sign that she wants this.

I don’t stop to think, I don’t stop to consider how badly this might end. I’ve tasted her saliva, I’ve tasted her come but not directly, not straight from the source.

Like a man possessed I crawl between her legs.

I have to have this.

I need this.

If she is mine and I am hers then this one action will prove it. I take in a deep breath, Christ, she even smells like heaven.

I lower my mouth, running my tongue right up the middle of her and I swear my eyes roll back in my head. I swear that taste, that nectar, it’s better than crack, better than heroin, better than any other substance on this earth.

She lets out a gasp. A loud one. One Ishouldpay attention to.

Only I don’t.

I can’t.

I need another taste.

I fucking need it.

I lower my mouth, licking once more and then something makes me look up, something breaks the spell.

Our eyes connect. Mine are lost in the fucking incredibleness of this moment but hers, hers are wide, shocked, and obviously full of abject terror.

Sofia

Igulp, staring down, meeting his gaze.

He’s between my thighs, he’s literally fucking me with his mouth.

Oh, I had my suspicions. My gut told me that waking up repeatedly aroused wasn’t just a thing. That there was more to it. That there had to be more.

And when I got home tonight and spotted his boots that kind of gave the game away didn’t it? Turns out Koen Diaz isn’t quite as slick as he thinks he is.

But I didn’t expect this, I didn’t expect him to be actually going this far.

My pussy throbs. As much as my heart is racing, as much as my head is panicking, my body wants this. I want this. And I don’t give a fuck about the consequences. About what comes after. I’ve been so desperate, so on edge, searching for a reprieve that I can’t grant myself. Why would I deny it now that I understand what it was I was craving?

“Why did you stop?” I ask.

He frowns, like he expected me to start screaming and freaking out.

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