Page 39 of Light in the Dark
How am I supposed to say no?
I fucking can't.
I don't try.
I step into her space, towering over her; she cranes her neck to look up at me, hope in her eyes and desire written in every feature, every shift of her expression. I frame her face in my hands, hesitate—her lips part, and she tilts her face to mine, granting the permission I silently seek in that hesitation.
Kiss her.
Soft, wet lips smear over mine, and her quick, clever tongue sweeps through my mouth, dancing with mine. She whimpers as I kiss her, and fuck, the whimper is my undoing. Dipping at the knees, I scoop her up by her ass, and her sweet silky thighs wrap around my waist, and her hands clutch at my nape to keep me pinned into the kiss, as if I was about to stop.
I walk with her out of the bathroom, set her on the edge of my bed. Stand between her legs and keep kissing her. Run my fingers through the cool, endless locks of her hair.
I break the kiss, pull her hair aside, and kiss the side of her neck. With a shocked gasp, she tilts her head to expose more of her throat, clutching at my face and neck as I kiss her neck, her throat, the hollow at the base. Breastbone. The tender little nook where her cleavage begins.
Drop to my knees, rest my hands on her thighs. Meet her gaze. "More?"
She puts her hands and mine and guides them up her thighs. "More."
"If you need to stop—"
She interrupts. "I won't." She shows my hands the way under the hem of her shirt to the impossibly soft skin of her belly. "Don't stop. No matter what, okay? I might—I dunno. But unless I say the word 'stop,' you keep going." Her hands dive under my shirt and find my abs. "I need to feel something, Fee. I have to."
I run my hands up her sides, taking the shirt up with it—she lifts her arms overhead, and I ease her tee up and off. She's wearing a white bra, the cups fully covering her breasts. Moving as slowly as I can, I set her shirt aside on the bed, smoothing my hands across her back, exploring her shoulders, her back, her sides in slow sliding circuits, coming back each time to the bra strap. Hungry for her now that I'm kissing her, now that she's letting me strip her naked piece by piece, I find it harder with every passing second to go slow, to take my time, to give her every chance to make me stop.
She doesn't.
When I touch my lips to the swell of her breast just above the edge of her bra cup, she flexes her spine to press her chest forward while cupping my head and holding me to her.
I tease one strap off her shoulder. The other. I tug the cup lower on one side, desperate to get her tits bared, to see them in all their glory, to feel them, kiss them, hold them—yet in equal measure I want to draw the moment out, enjoy the anticipation a bit longer.
"Felix," she breathes. "Take it off."
Fuck the anticipation. When she demands like that, who am I to say no?
I take her face in my hands and find her mouth, kiss her until we're both breathless, until my cock hardens all over again and she whimpers and I growl. One hook and eyelet at a time, I unlatch the bra. When it's unhooked, I ease the straps down her arms with my fingertips, and then at the last second, she whips it away and tosses it aside.
I sink back to sit on my heels and just take her in. "Jesus fucking Christ, Ember," I breathe. “Fucking perfect. So goddamn gorgeous I don't even…" I trail off, at a loss for words.
Her tits are everything I'd hoped and fantasized and wet-dreamed they would be, and more. Huge, full teardrops swaying subtly, they're as sun-bronzed as the rest of her. Sitting high and proud despite their improbable size, they swell even bigger at the tips, plump, round and natural, with wide pale pink areolae and thick, rigid nipples, they make her trim waist seem tiny—how an otherwise rather petite frame can support the weight of them, I don't know.
"Gonna just stare at them, Felix?" she teases, her words and tone light. "You are allowed to touch them, you know."
I can't rip my eyes away. "I just….I need a minute to fully appreciate them."
She laughs. "Okay, then." Her hands go to mine again, once more guiding them upward. "Maybe appreciate them this way."
I groan as I fill my hands with their soft weight; she lets out a soft sigh, her eyes shuttering as I caress her breasts. I lift them to test their weight—heavy. Brush my thumbs over her nipples, and she gasps, head tipping back in ecstasy at my touch. As my thumbs trip over them, her nipples visibly harden further. Clearly, I have no choice but to kiss them, now.
I cup a heavy breast in my hand, offering it up to my mouth, suckling her nipple until she groans low and ragged, arching into my kiss while leaning backward.
I help her lay down and brace her tits with my hands, squishing them together so I can lap and lick and suckle both nipples together, and then one and then the other, back and forth, back and forth, and then both again until she's panting.
"Pinch," she gasps. "Pinch my nipples, Fee. Please."
Fuck.
At her words, my cock, impossibly, hardens more, until it feels like it could explode like an overblown balloon.
