Page 17 of Skin
I put my hand out and she puts hers into mine elegantly, gracefully, as her eyes trail up to mine. Her lips are perfectly agape, the shape drawn up into a gorgeous cupid’s bow.
And my heart slams into my ribs.
“Look around,” I say. The music runs through the room, the darkness punctuated with laughter and the start, just the start, the bubbling up of a night of revelry. Of whatever is desired. “Do you like what you see?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“That’s the only word I want to hear from you. Do you understand me? I only want to hear yes. I want you towantwhat I will give you. What is rightfully yours.”
“I understand.”
“Let me ask you another simple question, Avery. What do you want?”
“I…” she averts her eyes and I can feel her chest heave in front of me, the air between us becoming thick with her want. I cansmellher, sense her pussy lips beading with desire, with the sticky honeyed nectar between her thighs.
“Let me make this easier for you, doll. You are still a bit shy, aren’t you?”
She swallows visibly, her graceful neck moving as she looks up at me.
“Yes,” she says directly.
“Do you like being here with me?”
Her lips pull up into a bright smile.
“Yes.”
She blushes, as though she can sense my knowledge of what she is becoming right before my eyes.
“And do you want to see what’s behind the doors? Behind the mask?”
“Yes,” she moans, softening under my touch as I bring her closer to me. Her sighs into my chest as I bring my fingertips to the back of her neck.
“You’ve never felt a man inside you, have you? You’ve never cum with a man sliding between your legs, opening you. That’s right, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Her voice is just a whimper.
“And do you want to feel it, baby?” I glide my hands down her body, one caressing her face in a waterfall of tenderness, the other gliding down her arm. I give the top of her arm a squeeze. Not hard, but not soft, either. Just so that she knows she is mine. And for any stupid fuck looking at us who thinks they can touch her, so they know she is mine, too.
“I want it,” she whimpers. “I do want it.”
“Say the word, Avery.”
“Yes.”
“That’s our word now, baby. You say it, and I will keep going. I ask you if you like something, and you say yes. It’s so simple and it is ours.”
I slowly go in for a kiss, and the band slows their notes down as she and I rock to the music. Her curves make me feel like a blind man who has just been able to see again after a lifetime of nothing but darkness. And I can see them with just my hands. I pull away from her mouth, her taste still on my lips, like fucking sugar sweetness, and I can see the outline of her body in my mind as I graze my hands over her sweet, sinful curves.
“Come with me,” I say, taking her hand. We weave through the crowd of people, now becoming more dense. Her eyes glide softly at our surroundings as she takes it all in. Her eyes land on a couple in a corner, a stunning young woman and a slightly older, handsome man, on a couch tucked into the far corner of the room.
I can’t see his hand, but I can see her face twisted into a wanton expression of pleasure.
Avery’s breath hitches deep inside her throat at the sight.
“You’ve never seen anything like this before, I know,” I say, putting my hand on the back of her neck.
