Page 43 of In Death, Love Survives
“Are you going to come? Please let a man like me watch you break apart.”
“Wolfe, I shouldn’t,” she says as she rubs harder.
I look up at the camera and around the room. It doesn’t reach a far corner of it. It sparks a sudden idea, one that will test where Nova really stands when it comes to us.
“Be my doll. Get up and go stand in the back left corner.”
Her eyes fly open.
“I shouldn’t.”
“Now, baby. I know you have it in you. Let’s not waste our time together.”
As she weighs whether or not to do it, I see the same spark from earlier twinkle in her eyes.
She makes the right call.
Getting up, the chair scrapes along the length of the floor until she’s finally walking over to the corner like I asked.
As she walks away, I take in her movements. The way she sways so naturally gives me an opportunity to really drink her in. Every inch of her is perfect.
If she does what I ask of her, there’s no way I won’t be coming in my pants.
Nova slinks over to the left corner and faces the wall. She’s still deciding if she should be doing this or stopping the madness that’s ensuing.
I’ll give her the time she needs.
Almost on cue, she turns around, and we connect.
“The camera doesn’t reach over there.”
“That’s correct.”
“Then please put me out of my misery, angel.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Give me a little show. I want to see what’s mine but can’t have yet.”
She nods slightly. If I wasn’t so focused on her, I would have missed it.
Nova reaches for her blouse and slowly unbuttons the first one, followed by the next. Each moment of anticipation is killing me.
As she reaches the third button, her breasts are in my line of sight and spilling out of her white lace bra.
“Be my good girl, angel. Play with those fucking perfect tits. Make me wish it was me touching them instead.”
She bites on her lower lip as she starts to rub them together. Pushing and pulling, her eyes close as she gets lost in the sensation.
“That’s it, baby. Those tits are just begging to be sucked.”
She whimpers as she continues.
“Pinch your nipples, doll.”
She does, and a breathy moan comes out.
“Oh my god.”
