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It doesn’t escape my notice that the more drinks we have the closer she gets and I’m finding it harder and harder to care. What exactly were my reasons for saying no in the first place?
After licking her red, full, kissable lips she announces, “right I think it’s time for bed.”
I have mixed feelings, part of me is glad my torture is over, part of me is disappointed but the biggest part of me is sure she isn’t letting me off so easily. There is something about her that is telling me the worst is yet to come.
She gets up from the sofa but she only moves as far as the coffee table. She sits on the edge and puts her heel-clad foot between my knees. “Undo the buckle for me will you,” she practically purrs.
Oh fuck, here we go.
“Sure.”
I undo it and hold on to her shoe as she slides her foot out of it. She wiggles her toes before running in down the length of my leg before placing it on the floor and lifting the other one. Only this time she runs it all the way up until it is resting lightly against the growing bulge in my jeans. As I start unbuckling she gently starts to move her foot.
I swallow down a groan. “There you go,” I say but I’m fooling no one by trying to seem unaffected, my voice is all deep and gravelly.
“Thank you,” she leans forward, runs her hands up my thighs until they are a hair away from where I need them and she gently places her lips against mine for a very brief kiss.
Instead of getting up when she moves away from my lips she surprises me further by moving forward until she is straddling my lap. Unfortunately this means her cleavage is right in my face.
I look up to see hunger in her eyes and a small smug smile on her lips. Fuck sake.
I know I was talking bollocks when I told her I wanted a woman not a girl before I left for Australia but it seems that over those six months she has discovered a part of her that had only just surfaced before. Her confidence is through the roof. I don’t want to think about what, or who, helped make that happen. I didn’t want her to change, that wasn’t the point of me saying what I did but this new Connie is fucking sexy.
With her tits already in my face she leans further forward and whispers something I really don’t need to hear, “could you undo the strap behind my neck, I really struggle with it.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I know where this is going. At least I know in my heart that I tried to resist her. It might not help when Ruben finds out, because he will sooner or later, but I know that I tried.
I slowly lift my hands up towards her neck to begin pulling at the tight knot tied there. Our eyes hold the entire time, a battle of wills going on as I begin to loosen her top.
When I’ve undone it I leave the straps over her shoulders in the hope she’ll hold on to them and just leave the room to go to bed. Yeah fucking right that’s what’s going to happen. I know it’s wishful thinking on my part.
I sit back and watch her wiggle until the fabric slides down her front. It’s like it happens in slow motion. The straps slide from around her neck, over her slender shoulders then the fabric falls smoothly down over her tits until her nipples are revealed. They are peaked, as I knew they were from behind the thin fabric covering them, and just asking to be sucked into my mouth. The thought of the noises she made when I did that the last time we were together enter my brain and frazzle the last few cells that were functioning correctly.
“Connie,” I warn.
“Thank you,” as she says this she lifts her hands to the back of the sofa and sits up on her knees so her tits are right there, in sucking distance. I snap my lips shut and bite on to the inside to stop myself.
Eventually she begin to move back and away from me, allowing me to release my lips and breath a sigh of relief thinking she might be finished.
She walks a couple of steps away, turning so her back is to me. I can’t take my eyes away from her smooth skin and her tight, pert arse. I’m so focused that I miss her movement until the black fabric starts to smoothly slide down her legs as she bends over, arse right in front of me, to remove the rest of the cat suit. She stands back up wearing only the tiniest black lace g-string, looks over her should at me and wishes me a good night before sauntering out of the room.
She stops at the doorway though. I look up at her, my hands tightly gripped on to the sofa cushion in an attempt to stay where I am and not follow her.
Her thumbs go into the thin band around her hips and she slowly slides them down her legs, bending over as she does giving me one incredible view that almost has me jumping from my seat. My cock is weeping and twitching in my jeans, my palms are sweating and my heart is racing. I want her so fucking bad and I know I shouldn’t be anywhere near her, not again anyway. Why the fuck has she got to make it so bloody hard to stay away from her.
“Last chance, Finley. I’ve got other ways of giving myself a birthday present.”
Chapter 6
Connie
10 weeks ago…
Clearly I didn’t give Fin’s will power enough credit because I was sure I would have broken him by now. I walk towards my bedroom to the sound of him groaning as if in pain on the sofa. I know he’s trying to do the right thing, that we shouldn’t be together but fuck, I don’t care. I want him more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. I always have. I wasn’t expecting it to be this much hard work though. If he wasn’t so close to breaking point I think I would just go to bed right now but I have a feeling I’m about to win.
I pull open my bedside drawer and grab what I need before flopping back on my bed. I’m propped up on my pillows with my legs bent and open so I’m exposed to anyone that could happen to walk past my bedroom door. I have a fleeting thought that if Ruben reappears that this could potentially be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done but the image of Fin on top of me and moving inside of me from the last time we were together in this bed gets rid of that thought and focuses my mind on the task in hand.
I turn my vibrator on and let the sound of the vibration filter through to the living room. When I hear a “for fuck sake,” groaned out loudly I know I’m hitting my target.
