Page 91 of The Rest is History
I have to loosen my grip on her legs slightly to even get my hand there, but they’re still closed so tightly I can barely swipe a finger over her outer area. The folds of wet flesh we both want me to touch are locked tightly away at this angle.
I loosen the tiniest bit more and slip a finger in, finding and stroking her slickness. God, she feels amazing. We both groan at the contact. I know I’m barely grazing the surface, doing just enough to tease her and nowhere near what she needs from me.
But I want to see how slowly, how maddeningly, I can wind her higher.
I begin to move my fingers.
The lightest rolls to her nipple.
The subtlest strokes between her legs. I can just make out the barest outline of her clit as I brush my fingers up and down. Up and down. She’s let her reading material fall to the ground.
I have her full attention.
Her breathing, and the little noises she’s making deep in her throat, are shifting from appreciative to frustrated. I grin to myself.
She arches. ‘Charlie.’
‘Yes, gorgeous?’ I press my lips to her neck.
‘It’s too soft.’
‘I know.’
‘I need more.’
‘I know.’
I blithely continue doing exactly what I’ve been doing. Tiny movements. Next to no pressure from my fingertips. She tries to wriggle in frustration. I can relate. I’m rock hard against her. This is torture for me too—the temptation to nudge her forward onto her hands and knees and bury myself up to the hilt is overwhelming.
Her breathing is shallow, ragged, as I slide my finger up and down in a kind of trance. She’s pushing against my legs, trying everything she can to crank them open.
‘Charlie.’ Her fingernails dig into the skin of my thighs.
‘Yeah.’
‘I’m going to come in a minute,’ she grits out with effort, ‘and it’s going to be the least satisfying experience of my life.’
I won’t let that happen, but she doesn’t know that yet.
‘Charlie.I swear to God, if you don’t stop pissing around, I’ll never go down on you ever again?—’
I laugh and drop my legs to the sides, letting hers fall open too, and I let my beautiful girl have it. I pinch her nipple hard, and my fingers work frantically, giving her swollen clit as much pressure, as much friction, as they can muster. She falls apart almost immediately. Her head drops back against my shoulder, her entire body convulses violently, and her fingers grip my thighs harder.
Fuck, she’s so heavenly when she comes. We’ve been doing this for weeks, and I’m still in awe that she lets me anywhere near her, let alone that she lets me have this kind of power over her beautiful body. I bury my nose in her neck as her shudders subside and inhale so hard I snort.
And then she’s up and out of my arms, swivelling around to face me, her expression a mix of ecstasy and murderous intent.
‘That was way too fucking close, Mister.’
I laugh. ‘Got you there in the end, though, didn’t I?’
‘If you hadn’t, you would have spent the next month making it up to me.’
I stare up at her. ‘I would have done so happily.’
She pulls at the strings of my robe and tugs it open, eyeing my aching cock greedily. ‘Seems like I wasn’t the only frustrated one.’
I raise my face so I can kiss her on those plush pink lips. ‘Definitely not.’
