Page 90 of Kings of Desire
‘You’ll thank me later.’
‘No, I won’t. I’ll probably never speak to you later.’
‘I have faith in myself. I have my ways. Now, ....go on...’
Seeing there was no room for changing his mind, my hand fell lower, reaching the hems of my panties, then slowly sliding beneath them.
Maybe I could fool him.
‘No. Take them off.’
Shit!
‘I can’t let you see this.’
‘Oh, you will let me! Lower the phone, and take them off.’
‘You are sick.’ I whimpered, with half of my mouth telling the truth.
‘You have no idea. I’ll show you someday,’ he grinned. ‘Now, do as I say. On second thoughts, put the phone on the couch pillow... So I won’t stress you to hold it.’
‘So thoughtful of you,’ I growled, yet following his instructions since there wasn’t much else I could do.
‘I just want to enjoy the show.’
Jesus, he was no different from Brax in these moments!
Acknowledging that there is no way out of this, my fingers began moving against my folds, searching for even the smallest sign of dampness, but there was none, it would appear to be completely gone.
I tried again, and again until the useless movement was beginning to irritate my nerves, knowing that nothing will happen. ‘Ferris, I can’t. You know I can’t...’
‘Close your eyes, Bea. You are so fucking hot right now.’
‘I closed them.’
He instantly felt the annoyance in my voice ‘Stop pouting and listen to me. Imagine that your fingers are my own. That I am the one touching you,’ he paused, leaving me time to get into thezone. I wasn’t sure it was going to work, but I needed to try to end thishorrible ordeal.
‘Now, move them as you would like me to move. Like you would lead my hand.’
My fingers soon started skimming my skin, searching for the zones that brought me the greatest pleasures and working on them, slow at first, then faster, hoping to at least get the dampness I needed.
‘I’ll tell you where I would be... A little higher,’ he was guiding me to a different zone from where I was grinding my fingers, right above my nub. ‘A little faster.’
It may have been impossible, but somehow he seemed to know my body better than I did, sending me to a spot that instantly made my feet buckle into the couch beneath me.
‘Perfect,’ the excitement in his voice seemed to be reflecting within me since every one of his words seemed to be sending me closer and closer to ecstasy. ‘I could tell you one or two tricks, but I will keep these to myself for now. To make you melt next to me. Would you like that?’
I didn’t answer, mostly because I was preoccupied with my current assignment.
‘I asked if you would like that?’
Why do men always think they should receive answers when they deflect from answering women so many times.?
‘Yes... I would.’ Tell the truth and nothing but the truth, as my own voice cracking under his guidance was pushing me to the verge of falling apart.
My rhythm was sublime, finding the perfect balance to shatter my inhibitions and discovering a way to be set free ‘It’s my hand, Bea.’ The thought left me wanting to dream of him being next to me, finding my beautiful rapture, and at the same time, allowing him to strengthen one of those invisible strings that were wrapping around me to tie me to him.
‘I’m starting to think that the phone was the best gift I could ever get you. Pretty tough to outshine this one. But I’ll try.’
