Page 47 of Personal Foul
His hand cups my jaw and his thumb swipes at the corner of my mouth where I’m sure I smeared my lipstick. But I don’t care. Just hearing him talk to me like this is all I want.
“Say something. You’re too quiet and you’re worrying me. What are you thinking?” He studies me like he always does.
“I need you to touch me.”
“Need me?” His voice sounds raw like he can’t quite get the words out.
“Please?” I ask rising up onto my knees.
It’s the only word he needs to hear before his hand is sliding up the inside of my leg, his eyes following it. They flicker over my face before he slides his fingers over the center of my panties, finding them soaked. His breath stutters and his eyes meet mine, a bright but questioning look in them.
“You have to take these off for me,” he voices the pained request.
I stand on wobbling legs kicking my pumps off and to the side before I pull the panties down and set them next to the shoes. I slide a leg on either side of him again, straddling him. His fingers climb slowly up my leg again, a tortuously slow pace like he’s unsure if he’ll get the same reward twice. He raises a brow before he touches me again, and I smile at him. His fingers test me, tentatively, a whisper-light touch on my core.
“Fuck me. You’re fucking soaked.” He looks at me. “What has you like this? This place?”
“You. Having you in my mouth. The way you talk to me. The words you use. I want you so much.”
“Me?” He looks utterly shocked at that. Like I’ve said the wildest thing imaginable.
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“Me?”I ask, my fingers just barely skimming her again.
“Yes,” she whispers, nodding and drawing her gorgeous fucking lip into her mouth.
“God damn, Princess. You’re coating my fingers.” I part her and tease her clit with my thumb, and she closes her eyes. “I want to taste you so bad.”
Her eyes flick open, a hint of worry in them. “Not now, but I want you to touch me. I need your hands. Need you to get me off. Please.”
Fuck. I will do whatever she asks. However she wants. Her words twist me into fucking knots like they always do when she talks to me like this. When she’s raw and honest. When she’s telling me it’smeshe wants. But I have to know how she tastes. I slide my thumb into my mouth while she watches me. And she tastes perfect, just like I dreamed she would. It makes me want her that much more. Wishing I could have her body in every way imaginable, make her come so hard that she needs me to put her back together again.
“Okay. But first, you gotta kiss me. I want to know whatwetaste like.”
Her lashes flutter like she might protest, but she leans in, bracing herself against my shoulders, and I grab her. Pulling her down into my lap and taking her mouth with my own. I’m so fucking ravenous for her that I’m sloppy when I kiss her, my tongue sliding over her lower lip and into her mouth before I pull her lower lip with my teeth. I love the taste of her, the taste of me, of all of it on our tongues. Her sweet fucking body rocking in my lap as she kisses me.
I pull back, and slide my hand back between her legs, cupping her and then swiping my thumb over her clit again as she rolls her hips.
“Oh fuck…” she moans, her eyes closing.
“You take whatever you need. You deserve it,” I whisper to her as I slide two fingers inside her, her muscles contracting around them as I do it. I pump them in and out of her slowly as she does it.
“Ride it out. I want to hear every little breath and moan. You’re so fucking sexy. Always. But like this… fuck, Wren. I need so much more of it.”
“You were right about being good with your hands. I should have let you touch me all those times you threatened to…” she says, nearly breathless.
I smirk at the compliment. “Yeah, well now you know. So use that knowledge to your advantage in the future, yeah?”
“Are you this good with your mouth?” She opens one eye and smiles, in between heady breaths. And holy fuck. This girl. I need her.
“You can ride it whenever you want and find out.”
“Fuck. I love the way you talk.”
“Yeah? Wait until you hear the things I say when you ride my cock again.”
