Page 12 of Amour Fou
“No,” I answer quickly.
You smell amazing.
“So, why do you stay away from me like I do?” Reaching her hands back, she hoists herself up onto the kitchen counter, so she’s eye level with me.
“It’s for the best.”
Frowning, she looks at me. “The best for who? For you?”
“Yes,” I answer honestly. “You know the—”
“Rules, yep.” She rolls her eyes sarcastically. Looking at me as though I’m crazy, and I must be for denying the way I want her. Alyssa has this aura about her that forbids anyone from ignoring her. She’s absolutely stunning.
Bright red hair the colour of flames, with blue eyes that could lead you to the depths of Hell, and you would go willingly, just for a taste of her. Plump lips that were made for kissing and a body that is sinful enough to drive you into insanity. She’s perfect.
“Have you ever thought about breaking them?”
“Yes.”
She stares at me, not saying a single word, and I don’t have to explain to her who I want to break the rules for, she knows.
“So why don’t you?”
Stepping further between her legs, she widens them a little more to give me the access I need. I press my palms on either side of the cold countertop, leaning further in before I speak.
“Alyssa,” I murmur, so close to her face I can taste the mint from her toothpaste. “There’s nothing I want more than to bend you over this counter and fuck your tight little cunt raw.”
Lifting my hand, I tuck the wavy strand of red hair behind her ear, her head moving towards my palm. My calloused fingers touching a slice of heaven as they connect with her silky-smooth skin.
“To feel your tight walls gripping my cock, the sound of my name on your lips as you and your pussy beg for it to be deeper… harder.”
A whimper leaves her throat, and I step closer to her. My cock tenting the fabric of my grey sweats as it rests against her stomach, all thick and swollen. I shamelessly grind myself against her, knowing that I’ve stepped too far already, I can’t bring myself to stop.
I don’t want to stop, I want her. I want to feel her shiver beneath me, hear the tone of her moans as they hit my ears and devour her to within an inch of her life. I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I do her, and if frustrates the hell out of me.
“I can’t.”
“Because of the rules,” she murmurs, the mint on her breath skating along my skin.
“Yes.” It’s all I have for an answer, because right now my restraint is so close to snapping, that if she begged me… I know I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from giving in to her without a second thought. Taking a single step back, I reach behind me for the kitchen island and continue backing up until my hands meet the edge, gripping it tightly enough to crack the marble countertop.
“Is watching breaking the rules?” she asks. The corners of her eyes crease and a mischievous look adorns her face. I know what she’s asking without her saying it, but I want to hear her say it. I’m desperate for those words.
Tilting my head to the side, my eyes skate over the bare skin on view. “Be. More. Specific.” I hone in on the way her legs gracefully widen just enough for me to see that she’s wearing no panties.
“Specific enough?”
Looking up at her I smirk. “Very.”
Wasting no time, she lifts her leg, resting the heel of her foot on the edge of the counter, she angles it out slightly to open herself up even more, giving me full access to her pussy as it glistens with her arousal.
I cross one foot over the other, my eyes not leaving hers. “Touch yourself, Alyssa.” I know what I’m doing is still crossing the line, but after seeing whather cunt looks like, I can’t stop myself. I watch as her fingers crest along the skin on her legs, all the way to the apex of her thighs… teasing me.
Leaning back, she rests the back of her head against the cupboard door, taking both hands and ruching the hem of the t-shirt up to give me a better view, and I know I need to leave, to get out of here before someone walks in on this silent exchange between us, but my feet are cemented to the ground.
I’m unable to gather the strength it would take me to walk out this door and leave her alone. Curving her finger towards me, my body reacts before my brain can even tell me to stop. I move towards her as though there’s invisible rope pulling me towards her, watching as she slides her fingers between her lower lips, and a small, very low whimper sails from her throat.
Replacing the emptiness between her legs with my hips, my hands press against the cold marble on either side of her hips, and I peer down. I watch as she moves her fingers up and down her slick heat, coating them in her thick arousal before pressing them against her clit.
