Page 33 of Where the Dark Knelt
He pulled away. “Enough, sweetheart. I don’t want to come yet. I want to come inside you.” He held my gaze and smiled slowly at me, seducing me all over again. He pulled me level with him and started undressing me. His hands were trembling slightly.
“You’re lovely,” he purred into my neck. Next, he pulled my short pants off and cupped my bare sex.
The color of his hazel eyes changed instantly, taking on agreener hue, as he studied my sex. He stroked me gently across the slit of my folds, then sucked his fingers one by one.
He was grinning and moaning as he did this. My juices seeped from my seam. I wanted him so badly I was whimpering and squirming with every touch.
He turned me inside out with his charm, looks, touch, smell, and taste.No one has ever made me feel like this, and I lost myself to him when we were together. Alfie increased the pressure of his hand after the first few strokes, increasing the sensitivity in my clitoris.
The buzz lasted longer with all four fingers being drawn lightly down my folds from my clitoris to my puckered anus, with the slightest of touches.
He rubbed on both sides of the hood of my clit, then bent down and blew a BRRRRRRRR on it, making me laugh and instantly producing more juices as the vibrations tickled me in the most pleasurable way. I giggled and squirmed again. “It’s too tickly.” Snickering, I tried to push his head away from me.
Alfie sat up andknelt back, grinning, his eyes widening playfully at me. “Yum!”His fingers wrapped around the hem of my top and he scooped it over my head,
“I love this top!” he praised. “It makes your tits so pert.”
I swatted his arm. “Hey, they are pert!”
Contemplating what I had just told him, Alfie threw the top to the floor then nodded. “Point taken.”
Leaning forward, he turned his attention back to my breasts, teasing a nipple between his lips, and stretching before letting go and blowing lightly on it.
Feeling no shame whatsoever, I was lying with my body on display for him, my arms relaxed above my head. Alfie was watching me, his eyes sparking with want as he stroked me,taking me in.
Tracing my tattoo again, he licked his lips. “This is so fucking sexy, Lily. It’s so unexpected, you don’t seem like the kind of girl to have a tattoo,” he said as his fingers traced around my thigh.
I shivered as he ran his finger over it. He moved his head over my belly and nibbled at my piercing, staring up at me watching him, a crooked smile passing over his lips.
When I asked about the tiny intricate tattoo he had on the back of his hand under his thumb, I saw some emotion.
Alfie had tears in his eyes when he told me about it. The script writing around it could only be read by people who were intimate with him. It read,We look down on each other, Mom.
He explained that he put the angel on the muscle under his thumb, so that when he strummed his guitar, he would always be reminded of his mom, who taught him to play.She died when he was eighteen.
The last thing she had said to him was, ‘Always remember I’m looking down on you, son, and you will never feel alone.’
I felt that this creative gesture was an amazing memorial to his mother. It didn’t lend itself to him not doing the emotional thing he kept banging on about. When he spoke, his eyes clearly displayed his changing emotions, and it was the only serious feeling I’d seen from him.
I was fascinated by his eyesand how they displayed his changing moods. I’d never seen that before with anyone else. They shined when he was being playful, had a definite glint when he was being cheeky and flirty, and were more hooded and darker in his seductive phase with a much more vibrant green and serious look, depicting his raw lust.
Watching him lust after me, turned me on so much. I was watching him watch me and seeing the effect my body had on him when I was just lying there. He seemed so into me whenhe was with me, and I wished that we could have this relationship all the time instead of hiding away.
I was having the time of my life when I was with him, yet I wasn’t allowed to feel anything emotionally. I knew that I would haveto play it cool for Alfie to continue to want me.
There were no illusions that if I was to suddenly express anything other than a physical attraction for him that Alfie would be gone, and I wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.
Chapter Fourteen
DESSERT
Alfie sat and rested back on his heels. “Hey, I nearly forgot… you want some ice cream?”
My eyebrows furrowed and looked at him skeptically. “Now?”
Grinning widely, he nodded.“Oh, yeah, especially now!”He looked animated, right before he grabbed the bag of supplies.
Taking a tub of vanilla ice cream in his hand, he scooped some out with his fingers. “Here.” He pushed some of it into my mouth with his fingers before I could protest.
