Page 8 of Such A Dirty Girl
I placed a dozen soft kisses across her thighs, avoiding that one spot I know she wanted me the most.
‘Jake,’ her voice was a whine as she threaded her fingers into my hair, tugging me upward. So demanding. Giving in, I lay my tongue against her, sweeping her desire into my mouth. The sigh she gave had me twisting my tongue around her clit, hoping to elicit more.
Still, her hands pulled at me. My brow knitted as I glanced up at her. My pulse stuttered as I spotted something that looked a lot like irritation in her face. Not the need she’d so raptly stared at me with all night.
Maybe I was taking too long?
With gusto, I pressed my mouth back over her heat, licking and sucking as she writhed beneath me. The onslaught of tongue soon had her gasping and juddering beneath me, her hands abandoning their pull at my hair. She came with a quiet quake, her thighs gripping at my head as satisfaction swept through me. Making her come never failed to please me. Wiping my chin on the back of my hand, I moved up the bed, tipping her legs to the side and filling her from behind. Sarah draped a leg over my thigh while pleasure rippled through me at the sensation of encasing myself in her hot, wet pussy.
There wasn’t a single better place in the world.
Yet, she just lay there, not fighting me, but not reacting either. Just there.
I slowed my strokes, fighting against the urge to sate myself inside her.
‘Sarah,’ I murmured, kissing her neck.
No reply. Had she fallen asleep?
‘Sarah?’ Sliding back on the bed, I tipped her body to me, watching as she turned her face away. ‘Shit, baby, are you crying?’
My heart all but fell out of my ass as I gathered her up in my arms, cuddling her to my chest.
‘Hey. Hey. Talk to me. What’s wrong? I thought you were horny? We can stop if you want?’ Each shake of her shoulders felt like a punch to the gut.
‘It’s fine,’ she said. ‘Don’t stop.’
‘I’m not going to shag you while you’re crying. What kind of guy do you think I am?’
‘Maybe I want you to,’ she whispered. ‘Maybe I want you to pin me down and take me. To not be as nice in the bedroom.’
My pulse crashed in my ears. She wanted what? For me to be rough? I wanted to protest that that wasn’t me, but seeing her so torn up about craving something so badly made me bite my tongue. My girl deserved the world. If she wanted me to take control, I could do that.
Hell, if she wanted the moon I’d build a fucking ladder.
I hoped.
‘Tell me what you want.’ I drew circles over her naked thigh with my thumb.
Sarah eyes widened, the hazel glistening as she focused on me. ‘You don’t mind?’
The hope in her voice broke me. How long had she been wanting that? And why had she held off telling me?
‘I want to be everything for you.’ Just another way to strive to be perfect. Another way I was failing.
‘Sometimes sex feels like a routine. Like we are just going through the motions. I want to feel like you can’t keep your hands off me. Like you’ll do anything to have me. Like you’re obsessed with taking me.’ Her words tumbled out in breathy whispers as I smoothed away her tears.
‘I’m so sorry, baby.’ The fact I was letting her down was like another weight added to the many others I tried to balance. Guilt gnawed at me as I desperately tried to figure out what she needed. I always wanted her. I adored her. I’d just gone down on her and made her come. Of course I wanted her.
Intertwining her fingers with mine, she led them to her throat, guiding me to press at the edges. Holding her eye contact, I watched as her pupils darkened.
‘You want me to choke you?’ I asked.
‘I want you touseme.’
The thought made my stomach turn. I didn’t want to use her. Sex was a couple sport, not something to please me.
‘Okay,’ I fumbled. Unsure of what to do. ‘Um, kneel up. Get on top of me.’
