Page 48 of Eye of the Hurricane
“I don’t want to stop. I guess I just wanted you to know I was nervous.”
“You don’t need to be nervous, we’re going to do what feels good and what’s fun and if it stops being either of those things, we’ll stop and we’ll go to sleep.” He always has the right thing to say and I’m not sure what to do with that information.
I give him a firm nod of confirmation before making my best effort to pick up where we left off. I slide my hand down my body and between my thighs. His eyes are no longer meeting mine but watching my hand, intently.
I place the vibrator right over my center and a quiet moan slips out of me. Ares reaches a hand down and palms himself through his sweats.
“Are you going to touch yourself with me?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I admit. I click the little bullet up a speed and have to cover my mouth to muffle the moan that builds.
Ares pulls his cock free from the confines of his sweatpants. I had bumped into it in the shower and knew he wasn’t small. Now that I’m seeing it in the light, I’m wondering where he expects to put all of that.
“Ares… That’s not going to fit,” I tell him, looking back and forth between his eyes and his dick wide eyed. A low chuckle vibrates in his chest.
“We’ll make it fit, honey. I’ll help you.”
I don’t know what it is, but the words send a shock wave straight down my spine and between my thighs. The image his words paint in my head has my back arching off the bed, head thrown back.
“You like the idea of that, Kat?” he asks, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue.
“Yes,” I admit.
His hand wraps tightly around his cock and slides up, twisting slightly, then running back down. His eyes snap shut for a moment, collecting himself. We don’t last long like this before I’m asking for more.
“Ares, please,” I beg. I don’t even know exactly what I’m asking for. More of something, maybe more of everything. I don’t care as long as it’s more of him.
“Please what, honey?” His voice is rough and low.
“I need more, I need you.” That must be music to his ears because he doesn’t hesitate for a single moment. He tucks himself back into sweatpants and reaches for the vibrator in my hand. He turns it off and sits it beside him.
“Where do you want me?” he asks, running his fingertips along my lower stomach. I wrap my fingers around his wrist and guide him between my thighs where I need him the most.
“Here,” I breathe out. He draws gentle circles around my clit, drawing a loud moan from me. He covers my mouth with his in an attempt to muffle the sounds I’m making.
His fingers slide down my slit slowly. He pauses, letting out a ragged groan.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he sighs, resting his forehead on my shoulder and taking in a breath.
My hips instinctually grind against his hand, searching for more friction.
“What has you so wet, Kat?” he taunts, dipping his head and pulling one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking on it. He rolls his tongue over the bud, causing me to toss my head back again.
“You know,” I pant out. He lets out a low chuckle before tipping his head up to meet my eyes.
“I do know, but I need to hear you say it.” He slides one finger through my slick folds and nudges right at my entrance. “This what you want, honey?” he asks.
“Please,” I beg.
“You sound so pretty when you beg,” he praises, kissing a line up my throat. He slides a finger inside and my hips rise involuntarily. His palm is flush against my clit and I grind against it without even thinking.
“You’re so goddamn tight,” he groans, pulling back slightly before sinking back in. “Does this feel good for you? Do you like this?” he asks, scanning over my face. He’s waiting for any indicator of discomfort, but there isn’t one
I thought maybe when this moment came, I would be uncomfortable. I thought maybe it would be such a new sensation that it would take getting used to. That isn’t the case at all, though. If he’d let me, I’d go all the way tonight with him. But he won’t, he’ll tell me to take my time.
“It feels really good, you can give me more. I can take more,” I assure him. He’s biting his bottom lip so hard, I think he might draw blood.
