Page 175 of Ominous: Part 1
Then she dips her chin down a few inches. I can smell her breath. Like cotton candy. Like the gum I gave her in my car. She threw it out the window when she was done.
She tilts her head.
A second passes, like she’s gathering her nerve.
Then her mouth comes to mine. She kisses me deep, open, our lips parting and closing in unison, her hands gliding up to my neck, circled around my throat, but her grip is loose. She bucks her hips into me, arching her back, pushing her tits to my chest, releasing my throat, looping her arms around my neck. She’s whimpering, moaning as her core grinds against my erection.
I run my hands up her skirt, my fingers beneath the cotton fabric of her underwear as I grab her round ass, pulling her closer to me. She widens her thighs, gasping into my mouth as she rubs herself against me.
My mind is spinning.
It’s not like I didn’t think this might happen. It’s not as if I haven’t beendreamingabout fucking her before we ever spoke the first time in the library. But even still… I’m just kind of mesmerized we might go there tonight.
I knead her ass with my fingers, then slip them from her underwear, coming up to the waistband. We’re both breathing hard, and I stop kissing her, my brow on hers to look into her eyes.
Neither of us have been drinking. We’re completely sober, even though I feel a little high, and it’s kind of hard to breathe as I push the elastic waistband of her underwear down, waiting for her to stop me. To tell me not to. To say she doesn’t want to go that far.
But she doesn’t.
Her lips are parted, her chest is heaving, her shirt low cut, showing the tops of her breasts, and I watch the rise and fall of every inhale, each exhale.
I push her underwear down further, and I can smell her. She’s musky and sweet and all the blood in my body feels as if it’s rushing to my dick.
Slowly, I keep tugging down the material, and she steadies herself with her arms wrapped around my neck when she lifts one knee, then the other, letting me drop her underwear to the floor.
My eyes don’t leave hers. Hers are fixed on mine, and I know she’s nervous. I can see it in her face. Feel it in the shakiness of her limbs.
I glide my hands up the back of her thighs, cupping her bare ass under her skirt and squeezing hard. Her skin is firm and soft all at once, there’s so much warm flesh to hold onto, it’s hard to think about much but my cock straining beneath my pants.
I pull her closer, and this time, when she rubs her bare pussy against my erection, her eyes flutter closed, and she whispers my name.
I can feel how hot she is even with the layers of my clothes between us.
My lips skim her jawline, her cheekbones, under her eyes, over her temple, all while she moans into my ear and grinds herself on my cock.
I drop my hands lower, one gripping her thigh, with the other I bring two fingers underneath her, and she tenses, freezing as she stares at me, our foreheads pressed together again, her arms tight around my neck.
“Let me.” I’m so, so close, and her skin is so fucking smooth. She’s completely bare, shaved now, and it turns me on more to know she probably did that for me.
She licks her lips but after a moment, she nods slowly.
I take a breath, then push two fingers against her wetness, feeling how hot and soft and needy she is as I enter her, her walls tight around me.
She sinks down a little lower, and I smile at her impatience, as she pushes against my cock and fucks my fingers at the same time.
“You’re so beautiful.” The words are automatic. I’m not eventryingto say nice things, I just can’t seem to stop. “You’re so, so fucking beautiful.”
She keeps bouncing on my fingers, staring at me with wide, innocent eyes. “You feel so good,” she manages to whisper, her hand sliding down to my chest, gripping the fabric of my shirt.
“I can feel even better.” I pull her closer, by her ass, so she knows what I mean.
I see her swallow, her thighs shaking as she pauses grinding on my hand, so I just finger her, slow and deep, all the way up to my last knuckle, in and out, feeling all of her.
“Okay,” she says, like she’s decided. She sinks lower onto my hand, a whimper leaving her lips, around another moan of, “Okay, Eli.”
“Yeah?” It’s the only thing I can manage to get out, but I have to ask. She’s so fucking precious. I don’t know why I’m apprehensive about this, with all the homicidal fantasies I’ve had with her. But maybe that’s it. I don’t deserve her. This. When it all comes crashing down, I’ll be okay.
But will she? Will she look back on this moment and regret every single fucking second of it?
