Page 114 of The Temptation of Truth
“I think you’re the sexiest thing I have ever seen, and I am so turned on that I might combust.”
Her lips twitch into another trouble making smirk, and she drags her nails down the insides of my thighs. The groan that leaves me is carnal. I feel the heat of her gaze as she slowly moves her eyes down my torso. She doesn’t even have to touch me. Just having her eyes on me is like a jolt of electricity to my most sensitive parts.
“You have a beautiful body, Aurora. Do you know that?”
She runs her thumbs along the sides of my breasts, before cupping them and flicking my nipples with her thumbs. My answer is strangled.
“No.”
“You do. You’re so soft and supple. I love your curves. Your skin. I could look at you for hours.”
“You could?”
“Mmm. It was hard not to stare before, but now that I know all of you, I won’t be able to stop myself. Every time I look at you, I’ll remember you like this.”
I want to return the compliment, to tell her I feel the same. That I’ve never seen anyone or anything more beautiful, but she touches me again, and my tongue stops working. My lips can’t form coherent words. Only sounds.
Her fingers circle around my belly button, and I feel like I might die from the wait. I’m certain I’ve made a mess of the bedspread from how aroused I am. I can feel wetness dripping from me, running down my thighs and collecting beneath me. I might be embarrassed if I could think straight.
“Can you open your legs all the way for me?”
I do it without hesitation or pause. I spread my legs wide, and when she finally drops her attention between my thighs, the look on her face makes my stomach clench with desire.
She looks starved for me. She looks like she needs me. And God, I need her to take what she wants. I need it so badly that it hurts.
I prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch her, but then she runs her fingers through my short patch of hair, and I’m jolted out of the moment. My cheeks burn with shame when I remember I haven’t shaved.
I clamp my eyes shut, and my body tenses as a familiar male voice sounds in my head. Berating me for being dirty. Belittling me for not meeting his standards.
For a second, I want to cover myself. I want to run into the bathroom and shower. I want to apologize. I open my mouth, ready to sayI’m sorry, ready to make excuses for my negligence, but then Mabel speaks, sweet and sensual, and it all disappears.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. And this—” She tugs lightly on my pubic hair “—is fucking sexy.”
My eyes fly open to meet hers, and I find no lies. No reason to be ashamed. She finds me sexy, and she’s being honest. It’s all I need to reorient and bring myself back to this moment with her and only her.
“You have a perfect pussy. So pretty and wet.” Her eyes drop back down, and she runs her tongue along her bottom lip. “Does it taste as sweet as it looks?”
My brain goes fuzzy again. Hearing Mabel saypussy, knowing she’s thinking abouttastingme. I can’t handle it. I can’t take it anymore. I shift my hips again, arching my body into the mattress, needing something,anythingshe’s willing to give me. Then she laughs, and my pussy throbs.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Please what, Roar?” She runs her knuckle up between my pussy lips, and I groan. I try to arch into her, but her other hand grips my hip and shoves me into the mattress. “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Do you want me to taste this pretty pussy?”
“Please, yes. Yes. Please.”
She doesn’t say another word. She just lowers herself between my legs and places her hands on either side of my pussy. Her face is inches from me, so close that when she exhales through puckered lips, I feel the cool air on my clit, and I hiss. Then she presses a soft kiss to the sensitive spot, and I moan.
“I love how responsive you are.” She kisses me again, and my hips buck slightly. “Are you ready for me?”
“Ye—ohh.”
I don’t get the whole word out before her mouth covers me, and I melt into the bed. Her tongue swipes through me before sucking my swollen clit between her lips. She hums, and one of my hands threads into her hair while the other fists the duvet until I’m sure my knuckles turn white.
When she sucks on my clit again, silver sparks flash at the edge of my vision. Part of me wants to close my eyes, but I can’t bring myself to look away from her. She looks so damn hot between my legs. Her dark eyelashes fluttering with everylick and flick of her tongue. Her hand rubbing up and down my thigh. When she looks up at me before licking up my pussy once more, I almost die.
