Page 33 of Wish You Knew
Scott had never been good with patience. Usually we were naked by now, knowing which buttons to press to get the other off. Hot, sweaty, driven sex designed with one outcome in mind.
This was different.
Slow, sensual, exquisite torture.
He slid down to his knees, his face directly level with my groin. Looking up to gauge my expression, he hooked his thumbs into my knickers and drew them down my legs.
I gasped, feeling his breath against me.
“Pretty,” he rasped, tossing the lacy garment to one side. “Although unnecessary right now…”
Taking his time, he gently stroked my right inner thigh, fingertips calloused from playing guitar enhancing the gentle sensations. I bit my lip, wanting him to go faster, needing him to. Desperate to rub my thighs together to get some kind of pressure where I needed it most, I wriggled around trying to dictate where Scott would touch me next.
Turns out I wasn’t great at patience either. A less than delicate slap on my left arse cheek had me up on my toes.
I puffed out a breath. “Owww.”
“A little self-restraint, Rosie, please. Unless you want to be tied down while I make you come with my tongue.” Scott’s tone rumbled low, cautionary, thick with lust.
Heat flooded through me at the thought. My eyes closed and I let my head fall back, placing my hands on Scott’s shoulders to steady myself; helpless to do anything other than be overwhelmed by all the sensations he could create.
He continued on his slow journey around my inner thighs, grazing my clit as he did so. I tensed, wishing he’d linger or at least move his mouth there like he’d promised. I was molten lava in his hands, everything focused on him and his movements.
Gently, he slipped one finger inside me, followed by another, his thumb finally landing where I’d been craving it most. A satisfied sigh escaped my lips. The delicate motion had me contracting around his hand, nothing rushed, no haste, every movement designed to give me the ultimate pleasure. He continued to torment me, bringing me so close to the edge, then pulling back. Each one of my senses worked overtime and I tried to stop toppling into the abyss. My knees began to shake as the first flush of a release built up inside my belly. Scott sensed the change and increased the pressure of his thumb, the nails of his other hand digging into my buttock. My breath came in rapid gasps as I fought against the sensations racking my body, until everything unravelled, white lights exploding.
Scott looked up at me, one corner of his mouth curled at the edge. He licked his lips. “That work for you, babe?”
I slapped his shoulder. “You really have to ask?”
He got to his feet. “Ready for round two?”
“There’s more?”
“You got yours, now it’s my turn.” Without warning, he scooped me up in his arms and tossed me on the sofa as if I weighed nothing at all.
While I watched him peel off his t-shirt, I unhooked my bra and added it to the pile of clothes on the floor. I loved his slightly wiry body, with the smattering of tattoos marking his skin. He wasn’t muscular like a lot of the male models I worked with, but the energy he expended on stage went some way to keeping him in shape. He unbuttoned his jeans, and his rock-hard erection pushed against his boxers. My breath caught. With one hand, he found his wallet and pulled a condom out, while the other pushed down his jeans and boxers. Naked, he rolled the condom over his dick, then moved towards me. He placed a knee either side of my hips and slid his body down lower. His mouth crashed against mine first, tongue exploring the seam of my lips, then pressing inside. I gripped his shoulders again, lifting my leg to wrap around his waist as he positioned himself to drive into me. The easy familiarity of him moving inside me had me pulling him deeper with each thrust. I wasn’t sure I could take any more as we rocked together in total synchronisation, the ease of our closeness telling. Scott’s release came unusually quickly, and he collapsed beside me, wrapping his arms around my body.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed.
“What for?” I couldn’t see his face, unsure of what he meant.
“I wanted it to be more…” When he didn’t say anything else, I shifted my position so I could look into his eyes.
“More?” I encouraged.
A dark shadow fell over his features. “Different. This isn’t a hotel room. You’re here. I…” He fell silent again.
“And?”
He chewed on his lip before answering. “I don’t bring women here. You’re the first one.”
This was a revelation. Given this was a country hideaway, I’d have thought it was the ideal place for him to bring his various flings. Clearly it wasn’t.
I felt honoured.
“I want to sleep with you,” Scott whispered in my ear.
“Didn’t we just do that?”
