Page 42 of Tempt Me
“It was a mistake. You were married not half an hour ago. I won't touch you again, now or ever.”
“Ouch. But you forget, also widowed.”
“You don’t seem to be too concerned about that.”
“Why should I be? He was a dick.”
“More than you know,” I mutter. “This isn’t right.”
“It’s very right. Take me, Isaac. You won’t hear me ask again.”
“What does that mean? You plan to force yourself on me?” I scoff. “I can pick you up in one hand,Princess.”
“Please,” she says, full of scorn. “You’re huge, but you’re not a fucking giant.”
“No. Final answer.”
“Then you leave me no choice.”
Crossing over to the French doors to make sure they’re locked before I leave her for the night to not sleep in her bed, with the scent of her expensive perfume surrounding me, I say, “What does that mean?”
Silence.
When I turn around, I freeze. She is knelt on the bed, her legs slightly apart, cupping her tits before she squeezes her nipples. “I told you,” she murmurs huskily. “I can’t go five days. This isn’t the same, but it will sure as shit do.”
Licking my lips, I narrow my eyes. “I’ll leave you to it then.”
“Sit.”
“Rue.”
“Sit your fucking ass down and watch me masturbate while I think about you.”
“You are playing with so much fire, you’re going to be burned, sweetheart.”
“Call me that again as I finger myself.” She drops her hand lower, slipping it between her legs.
“Fuck,” I groan softly when she rubs her clit.
Letting out a soft pant, she parts her pussy so I can see her glistening with her heightened arousal.
Knowing I’m doomed forever and a day, I sink into the chair to watch her play with herself, a self-satisfied smirk on her perfect, plump lips. I watch, mesmerized, as Rue, knowing she has my undivided attention, starts from the beginning and moves her hands down her body. She teases her nipples, tugging on them and twisting them gently. Her eyes flutter shut as she takes a deep breath, and a soft moan escapes her lips. Her slender fingers move down her stomach.
My heart races with anticipation.
Rue’s fingertips dip lower, tracing circles around her belly button before sliding down to her pussy. The sight of her like this sends a surge of warmth through my body as my cock twitches in response.
Her fingers continue to move lower. She traces the length of her inner thigh, teasing herself before finally slipping two fingers between her folds. Her breathing grows heavier as her hips rock in time with her fingers. She slides them in and out, occasionally circling her clit, sending ripples of pleasure through her body.
My mouth goes dry as I watch her, my desire for her growing with every passing moment. She tosses her head back and gasps, her hips thrusting up as her orgasm gets ever closer. Sweat gathers on her forehead as pleasure etches into her face.
Unable to tear my eyes away from her as she speeds up her motions, rubbing her clit, riding her hand until she arches her back with a loud cry as her climax hits her.
“Isaac,” she moans, collapsing onto the bed.
My heart is heavy, and my cock throbs with need for her at the way she said my name as she reached her peak, the sound of it echoing in the air around me.
But I can’t touch her.
