Page 176 of Ominous: Part 1
She drops her forehead to my shoulder as I finger fuck her. “Yes.Yes.”Her words are muffled against my shirt.
I can’t wait after that. I slowly pull my fingers out of her, swiping them on her thigh so she feels just how wet she is for me. I wrap my arms around her waist and pick her up, her head still against my shoulder, her legs tangled around my hips.
I carry her to the bed, and I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, our torsos crushed together. It’s so fast, her pulse. It’s strong and eager andreadyfor me.
I lay her down carefully, planting my hands on either side of her head as she shifts underneath me, getting comfortable, and tugging her skirt down, like she’s nervous for me to see all of her. But the only light in the room is the blue ones, my computer screen gone dim. I hope it’ll be easier for her, this way.
As I drag my gaze over her body, not for the first time, I’m in love with our height difference. She’s just so fucking small, I could eat her alive. I have to force myself to remember to slow down. To be gentle.
I see her chest rise and fall fast, deep.
I think it mirrors my own.
“You sure you want this?” I make myself ask it.
She nods, one arm crossed over her body, like a shield.
I clench my teeth together. My body feels like it’s on fucking fire.
“I want to touch every inch of you.”
She bites her lip, half-smiling beneath me. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” And no longer content to just look, when she doesn’t protest, I lift my hand and trail my fingers down her curvy, compact body to the waistband of her skirt. I undo the clasp, but she moves fast, grabbing my wrist.
I lift my eyes to hers.
Her brows are drawn together, anxiety over her beautiful face. “Sorry, I…”
I shake my head. “Don’t be sorry. But trust me, okay? I’m going to take care of you.”I protect you.
I hear her swallow in the dark, and she looks down, at her fingers circled around my wrist, mine over the clasp of her skirt. “I know, I just…”
It’s like there’s a weight on my chest, spreading warmth through every vein in my body, including to my dick. “You just what, baby?”
She keeps her eyes averted, her cheeks flushed as she traps her knees to my hips, the side of my body, like she’s trying to cover herself.
Then it dawns on me. “Has anyone ever seen you naked before?”
Her fingers squeeze my wrist tighter. Slowly, she shakes her head, but doesn’t speak.
“Eden.”
I wonder if she hears the roughness in my voice. Whatever she hears, she looks up, her eyes searching mine.
“I’ve seen you.I see you.”
Her fingers loosen on my wrist.
“I am obsessed with every part of you.”
Her lips are pressed together, and I wonder if she’ll change her mind, right here. Right now.
Seconds pass.
The same song plays because I have a habit of putting my shit on repeat and forgetting to undo it.
But finally,finally,she releases my wrist.
