Page 77 of Light Up The Night
I cannot hold eye contact any longer, but I can continue searching his face and letting him see me, my expression, my need. I part my legs until they are splayed open for him. I cannot give him any clearer an invitation.
His eyes scan and search my face, my eyes—and then flick down, stuttering and lingering at my breasts before tripping down to my sex. His expression shifts into wonder and awe and male appreciation as he gazes down at my sex.
He trails one fingertip up my seam. "Look at this perfect, pretty, pink little pussy."
I can only whimper wordlessly.
Another ghostly soft touch, that same finger sliding up my skin, smearing through the wetness. "Soaked for me, aren't you?"
"Yes," I gasp, and then whine at a third trailing touch.
"You ever touch yourself, Cadence?"
I shake my head.
"No?" Another hot line of scorching touch, and now, perhaps, his fingertip presses in ever so slightly. "Never touched yourself? Not even once?"
I whimper. "Once. I did...once."
"Tell me. Please."
My cheeks flame. "I finished an exam early and went home to my dorm room. I was alone. I read a book…a modern Regency romance which contained, unbeknownst to me whenI purchased it, some rather graphic…erm…scenes. which…ahhhh…caused me to feel…discomfited. I…" I cover my face with my hands. "I touched myself…there. It sent a sensation through me that was far too intense, and I…I panicked and stopped. I returned the book unfinished."
"So you've never had an orgasm?"
"No. Certainly not."
"You want one?"
"Yes," I whisper. "I do. I…I believe it is the only way to assuage the intense feelings your attentions have engendered within me."
"Intense feelings, huh? Like what?"
"Desire. Arousal."
"Desire for what?”
"I…I do not know how to put it. Um?" I swallow hard as he covers my sex with his hand. "Desire for…relief. Desire for…for intimacy with you. Desire to be touched." I gulp. "Desire to touch."
He traces his finger over my seam again. “How's that feel?"
"Good," I breathe.
He does it again, but this time his fingertip presses in a bit, and now when he traces his finger up my seam, it is between my labia. "And that?"
I can only gasp. "Yes," I manage.
A chuckle. “Yes?"
"Again," I breathe; he complies, and his finger slips a little more inside me. "Oh…ohmy!”
He nips my lower lip between his teeth, and then kisses me until I lose my breath and whimper and feel myself rush with arousal yet again—this time with his finger inside me.
He growls. "Fuck, honey, I felt that."
I whine in mortification—and then watch in something like horror when he brings the finger that was inside me to his mouth…
And licks it clean as if he'd dipped it in brownie batter.
