Page 28 of Sweet Possession
But the entire night, I was plagued by a little voice in my head tellingmethatthere was no chance the feelings were reciprocated.ThatI was too young and too inexperienced for a man like Fox to be attracted to.
My feelings became too much. With every gift I opened, with everysmile Fox sent my way, and with the way he would look at me, my heart felt like it had been about to burst. I’d made my excuses to go to bed so I could get a bit of relief from the intense feelings coursing through me.
Butevenin dreams, Fox was there to protect me like he’dpromised. He’d answered my screams when imaginary men haunted me. He’d made sure those responsible for my imprisonment were no longer able to hurt me.
Frustrated at being unable to turn my brain off,I rolled over in bed to stare at the ceiling, the image of Foximprinted in my mind.
He was so damn handsome, and his body wasincredible.I alwaysthought he must have worked out to maintain the physique he had, but with his muscular pecs, and defined abs on display, I realized how much effort he must have put into his appearance.
As my eyes raked over his body, I’d found a small tattoo rightacross his heart. I hadn’t let my gaze linger long enough to see what the tattoo was, but I thought it might have been a name or a word written in cursive. His skin was free of any other artwork, but his entire chest wasbronzed like he’d recently caught the sun. As I stared, I found myself wondering what it would be like to run my fingers over his body.
Was his chest hard?
Was his skin smooth?
My gaze had traveled down his body, fixing on a little patch of dark hairthattrailed under the waistband of his sweatpants, and before I realized it, I was staring at his length pressing against the material.
I was no expert, but it looked like he was huge.
The only time I’d seen a man’s penis was when Dwayne hadmasturbated in front of me.Then, I’d been horrified, but as I’d quickly ripped my eyes from Fox’s groin, a thought had flashed in my mind.
What would it feel like to have him inside me?
A throbbing had begun pulsing between my legs, which intensified when I’d thrown myself into Fox’s arms. When I’d felt the bulge in his pants pressing against my belly, a bulge I hoped was caused by me, I’d never wanted to know what it would be like to feel hands and a mouth roaming all over my body as I did rightthen.
Not just anyone’s hands and mouth either.
Fox’s.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but no matter what I did, the image of Foxwouldn’t go away, and neither did the throbbing in my core. In fact, the more I thought about Fox, the worse it got.
I’d only ever masturbated a few times in life. My dad had a habit ofbarging into my room whenever he damn well pleased, so I’d only ever experimented when I knew the coast was clear.
But as I lay there, pressing my thighs together to relieve the buildingpressure, I knew there was only one way I’d get the relief I needed. My eyes darted over to the door. I’d closed it, but I hadn’t locked it this time. I hadn’t felt like I needed to.
What if Fox came in while I was playing with myself?
A thrill of excitement washed through me at the thought of Foxcoming in and catching me with my fingers between my legs. I imagined him standing in the doorway, watching me with a fierce intensity blazing in his eyes like it was taking all his willpower to not join me on the bed.
Unable to resist, I lowered my hand under the covers,brushing my palm over the material of Fox’s shirt until I reached the hem of it. My handdipped underneath, and I slowly trailed my fingertips up the bare skin of my thighs, until I reached the soft fabric of my cotton underwear.
I ran a finger over the front of my panties, brushing over my clit andcausing a bolt of pleasure to zap through me. I gasped, inhaling a sharp breath, and was instantly hit with Fox’s scent from his shirt making my core clench with need.
Slipping a finger into my panties, I ran it down my slit, amazed at howwet I was. When I found my clit, I pressed my finger against it.
Oh god.
I bit my bottom lip to stop a moan escaping from how good it felt,and as I started rubbing my clit in little circles, I closed my eyes and let my imagination take over.
I imagined the bed dipping as Fox laid down next to me. I heard himcall me baby girl as his warm breath whispered against the shell of my ear. I imagined his large palm delicately cupping my neck as he placed featherlight kisses along my jawline before his hand traveled down my chest and found my breasts.
I pictured him taking my nipple between two fingers and gentlytugging it until it was achingly taut before he crossed over to the other one, all the while he carried on placing light kisses along my jaw, and my neck.
As I rubbed my clit faster, the pressure built deep in me as a yearningto explode took over.
I imagined Fox lowering his hand and knocking my hand out of theway so he could take over with his skilled fingers. My hips bucked against my hand, picturing Fox pressing his thumb against my clit as he thrust a finger inside me.
With the handthatwasn’t playing with my clit, I reached up andgrabbed my pillow, yanking it from under my head to place over my face to muffle the cries I was helpless to stop coming from me.
