Page 58 of My Turn Petal
I waited this long, and I will continue to wait for as long as it takes.
“Theo.”
I know the moment I will touch her she will go off like a bomb from being worked up and teased all night.
“What, petal?” I continue pressing closer to where she needs me but not quite there. “All you need to do is use your words.”
A moment of silence stretches like gum until the bubblegum pops.
“I want you everywhere, Theo, take control of me.” She gasps the words and I take my finger and press it over her swollen clit.
So. Fucking. Soaked.
“Y-yes,” she stifles a moan. Still holding herself back.
I squeeze her throat once not to deny her breath, although I am, but mainly to focus her attention.
“Don’t you dare deny me your moans,” I rub my thumb against her clit and push hard. “No one can hear you. The music is loud enough.” My finger slips along her slick pussy, up and down and anew. And then she finally let go, moaning for me.
Her smoky voice goes, “AHH…”
“Let me in, petal.” I steady my low tone because it affects me as well but it’s about her right now and I need to make sure no one catches us.
“Fuck,” she whimpers as I stroke her clit harder.
I want to hear her shatter. Cracking to my fantasies. Letting fragments of her old self disappear in order to heal.
“Omg, Theo.”
Eager to satisfy her, I lap her swollen clit until her orgasm coats my fingers. Waves of her release rinse my thoughts for a moment. Her pussy is thoroughly saturated.
“Good girl,” I kiss her cheek, “You did so well.”
“Mmm.”
I pull my hand out and line my fingers on her red lips, “Open.”
She parts them slowly, granting me access and I push them deep inside.
High by the sensation of her warm mouth around me, I command, “Suck them.”
She complies, skillfully moaning around my fingers and the vibrations transfer to my hard cock.
I grunt in pleasure. “Fuck, petal. You feel so good.” It pains me to remove my hands yet I do. I swipe my hand along her slit and lick her cum as well.
She watches the crowd below us, I sense her peaceful state and I give her a moment to relax.
I extract the two tickets I hid in my back pocket and put them in front of her, “Will you come with me?”
She examines the text written on the paper.
“I love this band.” Her smoky voice sounds clogged with emotions. I flip her to face me and grab her throat, pulling her to me. I brush our lips, her pulse ascends underneath my palm. “Are you okay?” I ask with concern.
Our heavy breaths mingle as this undeniable attraction takes hold of us.
She rubs her gentle fingers on the fabric of my pantsuit, teasing my aching cock while my chest expands fervently.
She stands on her toes, her eyes begging me to close my lips around hers
