Page 16 of Tethered Souls
I brush my thumbs across the top of her inner thighs, and she sucks in a breath, rocking her hips up, begging me to continue.
But I can’t. Not yet.
I want to come inside her, not in my damn pants.
So I take my time to beat my orgasm back, to step off that ledge before I plummet over. I trace my fingers up and down her legs, obsessing over every hair, over every part of her that even she doesn’t give attention to. But I will.
Stretching out between her legs, I lower my head to her pussy. My hands finally touch herthere, and she moans as she moves. Ever so softly, I run my fingers across her pussy lips, pulling them back so I can look inside.
She whimpers, and I suck in a sharp breath. So much precum leaks out of my godsdamn cock, I’m certain it’s stained through my pants.
“So pretty and pink,” I murmur. I’ve never had a favorite color before, but I fucking do now. “So nice and wet.”
She whimpers and lifts her hips just a little as my breath blows across her sensitive skin.
“Do you want me to fuck you, little monster?”
Another whimper.
But that wasn’t an answer, and I want to hear her say it.
“I asked you a question.” My words are tight, my eyes latched onto her arousal as it drips between her lips. I lick my own, so fucking desperate to taste her.
“Yes,” she breathes, her pussy quivering.
“Yes, what?”
She whimpers again. Then pushes out, “I want you to fuck me.”
“Are you going to come with my tongue in your pussy?”
She moans. A clear fucking yes. “No.”
“If you do,” I warn, “that’s it. We’re done. We’ll get back in the car and not stop until we get home.”
She blows out a frustrated breath, and I lift my eyes to see her half glaring at me.
And fuck, I want to take my time down here, want to trace my tongue over every part of her pussy, lapping up her arousal and spreading it all over my chin. But I can’t. She won’t last and neither will I.
So I quickly duck my head and lick her – a long, steady pass of my tongue through her pussy lips. She cries out. Her hips buck. My balls tighten. Precum leaks down my length under the pleasure of her scream. Her taste fills my mouth, my lungs, mycontroluntil it’s damn near breaking.
Stepping back, I take off my shoes, then my pants and boxers. Too desperate to take the time to remove my shirt, I drop to my hands and knees at her feet. Crawling up her body, I grab my cock and line it up with her pussy as she lifts her hips. With a groan, I sink into her.
Just the tip before she stops me.
Her eyes wide, she shakes her head as one hand goes between us, pushing against my stomach.
“It’ll fit,” I say.
She shakes her head again.
I clench my jaw as I hover over her, my arms straining as they hold my weight. I can just push her hand aside and take what’s mine, but there’s a silent plea in her eyes that I can’t ignore.
It’s her first time too, and something hurts.
Ducking my head, I breathe in sharply, then grab her hips and roll her on top of me, careful to keep in just the tip. She gasps as she spreads her legs on either side of me. Her palms land on my chest. Then they’re pushing my black shirt up and over my head. My fingers dig back into her, pulling her down just a bit more before she winces.
Releasing her, I sit up to peel off her dress. She looks at me, her lips parted, her eyes on my mouth. The urge to lean in and kiss her, to taste her lips with her pussy on mine sends a jolt through me. But that’s a line I won’t cross – that level of intimacy, that pretense that there’ll ever be anything more than just this. I’m already lying to her via omission. I won’t add to those sins.
