Page 37 of Tempt My Heart

He stood and she nearly stumbled as her legs tried to remember how to function. He caught her around the waist and turned her so she could see her reflection in the mirror inside the opening dressing room opposite them. Her back was to his front and she could feel how hard he was against her ass but he tutted as she ground back against him.

“This is about you,” he said, cupping her breasts with his hands and pinching the nipples to the point of pain as she watched him move in the mirror. His hands slid lower, cupping her hips as he smirked at her watching him in the reflection. “Do you want to watch me fuck you like this, Ali?”

Her hips twitched and his smirk deepened.

“Your wish…” He moved his right hand over her pussy, spreading her lips with two fingers as he slid his middle digit down to stroke her clit. “Is my command.”

She leaned back against him as she watched him stroke her, her clit already pulsing from the over-sensitisation of her first orgasm. She looked away, not sure she would last if she kept watching him pleasuring her, but his free hand reached up to gently direct her jaw back so she couldn’t look away.

One finger slid inside of her and the sound he made in her ear made her clench around him before he added a second finger. Her eyes were glazed with lust and her cheeks were pink as Christopher thrust his fingers into her quicker, filling the air around them with the sound and scent of her arousal just as she came for him again.

“Two,” he reminded her, the cockiness on his face turning her on more if she was being honest with herself. He adjusted his cock, protruding from his trousers in a way that seemed painful, before he led her over to the bevy of small chairs where he'd been waiting when she'd come out of the dressing room.

She watched, confused, as he pushed them all together and then laid down against them with his knees bent so his legs still touched the floor.

"Come here," he urged and she walked forward to stand next to him. "Do you want to ride me?"

At first she thought he meant his cock, but when he helped her up and over his face, she understood what he meant.

"Are you sure? What if I suffocate you?" she said, hesitantly spreading her legs wider as he gazed up, hungrily.

"Then I'll die a happy man." His hands cupped her ass as he pressed her down onto his face and she gasped at the pressure, the wetness, the new friction. Her hips rocked instinctively and he moaned in approval, sucking on her clit until she cried out for him. This was something she'd never done before and he was right, annoyingly, he might have ruined her for anyone else.

Christopher moved his mouth in time with the steady writhing of her hips, plunging his tongue inside of her and flicking it until another flood of wetness made her hips quicken.

"Christopher," she warned, her words more of a pant than anything intelligible but he seemed to understand all the same. His arms wrapped around her tightly as he pressed her down firmly and she ground her pussy against his mouth, sensation completely taking over.

"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted as the waiting area chairs creaked under the motions of her frantic movements.

His tongue suddenly hit her clit at exactly the right angle and she exploded, her body tightening and shuddering as pulses of pleasure made her pussy flutter against his mouth until she slumped against him.

He stroked a hand down her back as she caught her breath before sitting up to look at him.

He was a mess, his mouth and nose were wet and glistening and his hair was tangled from where she'd fisted her hands in it. There was a lazy smile on his lips, like he was the one who'd been well-fucked instead of her.

"Look at that," he murmured, "ten minutes to spare."

ChapterTwenty

"You seem relaxed," Freya said off-handedly as she flicked through a magazine while Jesse cooked them all dinner—the one dish she knew how to make, a vegetarian spaghetti bolognese.

"Um, I guess," Ali said, knowing her voice sounded too high and strange, earning curious looks from her roommates as they peered at her.

"Oh my god," Jesse said, flinging down the wooden spoon she'd been using to stir the sauce and sending tomato everywhere. "You did it again."

Freya raised her eyebrows and Ali bit back a groan. "Okay fine, yes. But I'm only giving you details because it was... I don't know. I just need to check if sex was always supposed to be like this and I just didn't know it."

She told them about the encounter in the dress store and her roommates listened with rapt attention, leaning forward with wide eyes the longer she spoke.

"Just to clarify," Jesse said thoughtfully, "he's got you off more than twice now and not asked for anything in return?"

"Yep."

Jesse shot Freya a look and she nodded in return.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just I, for one, am impressed with your boldness and with his apparent skill."

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