Page 51 of Pride
He took the bottle off the bedside table, unscrewed the top, and then handed it to me.
As I took a huge gulp, he reached out and stroked my hair.
“It’s good to see you awake at last,” he said. “I’ve been so worried.”
A wave of fatigue hit me then, and he took the bottle from me as I lay back onto the bed, unable to speak another word.
That night, I fell asleep to the feel of him stroking my hair, being there, telling me he’d always look after me. Touches that soothed me more than anything I’d ever known.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
EMMA
Idon’t know how long I’d been asleep, but I woke to a dark room and the feel of a warm body lying behind me. I hadn’t expected him to stay, but I didn’t move as I lay in the darkness with my head pounding.
The room was silent until I heard the rustle of the covers, and the mattress dipped slightly as he edged closer towards me. And then I felt it, the touch of his hand as it slid along my waist and down my thigh. I was still wearing the oversized T-shirt and my underwear. Without a word, he grazed the skin of my thigh, then slid his hand underneath the cotton of the T-shirt, moving up my thigh slowly, so, so slowly.
I held my breath.
I think he did, too.
The silence was deafening, erotically charged, holding so much tension as I lay still, and his hand teased my hip and then moved to my stomach. My skin prickled, goosebumps making me shiver as his fingers gently stroked me. The pounding in my head was muting now, drowned out by the feel of his touch. My breaths came in short gasps as he stroked back and forth, teasing me with where I needed him to be. And then, sensing my need, he moved his hand lower, and on instinct, I adjusted my legs,bending one knee. This had come out of nowhere, but I wanted it. Even in my dazed state of confusion, I wanted him to touch me so badly. I hadn’t felt a gentle touch from a man in so long. I’d forgotten how good it could feel.
At first, he used his fingers to stroke between my legs, through my underwear. With each brush of his fingers, I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a breathy moan and moving my hips slowly, opening my legs wider for him, so I could feel more. I wanted more.
I knew he wanted more, too. I could hear his breathing quicken as he gave quiet moans, and his fingers became more urgent, pushing at the fabric, rubbing my pussy and soaking my underwear.
Breathlessly, I whispered into the room, “Please.” And he heard me. He knew exactly what I wanted.
His hand went to my stomach, and then he slid his fingers underneath the elastic of my underwear. When he found my bare pussy, I let my legs fall open wider, closed my eyes, and bit my lip as I groaned through the sensation. His fingers trailed the length of my pussy, fingertips searching, exploring, rubbing me in the most sublime way that I couldn’t help but grab his wrist as I soaked his hand. I wanted to fuck his hand. I wanted to come all over his fingers, and doing it like this, in the dark, without a word being spoken, was so fucking sexy.
His fingers were greedy, rubbing over my pussy, soaking himself in my wetness then moving back up to my clit. The way he circled my clit with his fingers, rubbing over and across, then around in circles, made me writhe on the bed as I felt the sparks of my orgasm coming to life. That delicious tingle and burn that made me want to chase it harder, faster; I needed to come.
His body was flush against my back now as he slid his fingers along my pussy, and then, I gasped as he pushed them inside me, stretching my walls as his thumb rubbed over my clit. Ithrust my hips in time with his hand, fucking him at the same pace that he was fucking me. My legs started to shake, and my cries became more urgent as he filled my pussy and stroked my clit.
“Yes,” I begged.
He didn’t respond but kept his pace steady, knowing I needed him this way. I didn’t want him to stop.
“I’m gonna come,” I whimpered.
Again, no words, but he groaned as he rubbed his thumb on my clit, giving me a little more pressure, just enough to make the sparks spring to life.
I rocked my hips over his hand. I held his wrist in place as I used him. And with my pussy full of his fingers, I came hard, my walls contracting, squeezing his fingers as my pussy flooded with my release. My clit throbbed, and my heart beat out of my chest as I panted. My legs were quivering more now, but my hips still rocked, and he still rubbed and thrust into me.
He wasn’t finished with me yet.
As my orgasm began to subside, another built, then exploded, coming even stronger than the last, and then another hit. I could barely breathe as my swollen pussy convulsed around him, and the mattress underneath me became soaked with passion.
Fuck me, he knew what to do with his hands, and after that performance, I wanted more. I wanted all of him.
As I came down from my high and my breathing became more regular, he slid his hand out of my underwear, and I let go of his wrist. But this wasn’t finished. It was as if I was in a fucking dream, and I was sleeping beauty being woken by the handsome prince, only this prince had tattoos and a hint of danger about him.
“That was... amazing,” I managed to gasp.
He didn’t respond.
“Alex? I didn’t expect...”
