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Then she smiles.
“As you wish.”
Chapter 19PEPPER
Opal is slow. Careful. Eyes sharp and vibrant as she looks over my body. It’s a look I recognize, the same determined focus I’ve observed her give to her art, catching moments of her in the shed when she didn’t know I was watching.
“Just tell me if I do something you don’t like and I’ll stop,” she murmurs, slipping down the bed, hands dragging over me as she moves. I have a hard time imagining any touch from Opal that I wouldn’t like.
She sits at the end of the mattress on her knees. In a flash of movement, she grabs my ankles, jerking me down the bed until I’m lying flat, my head spinning. I find a molecule of strength to prop myself up on my elbows, my breath wild and frantic at the heat in her gaze. She keeps touching me like she can’t stop, and she pulls my legs apart, settling between my thighs.
Strands of her ridiculous white hair tickle my skin, and every nerve ending is so damn sensitive, a giggle bubbles upthrough me, my entire body shaking. The friction of my inner thighs rubbing against her arms pulls even more desperate laughter from me. If I don’t laugh, I’ll cry at the flood of sensation.
Opal grunts and drags her teeth over the spot where my thigh meets my sex. My voice fractures from the zap.
“You shouldn’t be laughing, Pepper,” she says, eyes glinting as she looks across my body at me.
I giggle again. “I’m sorry,” I choke out.
Her smile is slow. Dangerous. Divine. Voice so low I barely hear what comes next: “You should be screaming.”
She buries that full mouth against me, and I feel the long drag of her tongue from my entrance to my clit, where she lingers, swirling lightly.
My body jerks so hard my hips lift from the bed. I throw my arm over my face, biting hard into my forearm to muffle the sound clawing from my throat.
In a flash Opal’s hand is gripping my wrist, pulling my arm away.
“Don’t,” she says, mouth red and glistening. “I want to fucking hear it.”
All I can do is nod.
She looks at me for half a second, then licks her lips and moves back into position.
Thoughts and sensations thread through me into an incoherent knot, words and cries tumbling from me as she works me so good. She reaches beneath me, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to her mouth, moving my hips in a gloriousrhythm as she slides her tongue in and out of me. There’s no way my body can survive this kind of torture, every cell building.Building. Building.To the sharp peak of need I want to throw myself off.
But Opal doesn’t push me over the edge.
She pulls back and I cry out, actual tears springing to my eyes. I blink them away.
She lets out a husky laugh when her gaze locks with mine. I’m sure I look rabid.
“You take it so good,” she whispers, kissing my belly. My thighs. “So, so good.”
“Opal,please,” I pant out, voice a fractured yell.
She hums in satisfaction. “I know you’re going to look so pretty when you come.”
I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut. She takes mercy on me, and I feel her tongue against me again, traveling in a circle around my clit. I feel so much, my body is beyond recognition. I’m not in control of it. Opal is. And she’s going to make me wait.
I force my eyes open, watching her, wanting to memorize every movement. The way her tongue works against me, the flutter of her eyelashes against her cheek as she savors me, the almost frantic pace of her arm as she pushes her fingers in and out of me, her other hand snaking down her own body and dipping below her underwear.
All of it refracts through me until every feeling is stretched thin, poised between pleasure and pain and I feel like I’ll die in this delicious hell, teeth gritted and every muscle taut.
Then her eyes flash open, watching me watch her. Both her hands move to my thighs, fingers digging into my skin as she pulls me even wider, fixing her mouth directly over my clit and destroying me as she sucks.
She gives me exactly what I need.
And it wrecks me.
