Page 204 of The Wicked
I went above her again, my eyes soaking in the brownish bruise on her neck, before dragging my gaze back to hers. “Would you love to see my tattoos while we do this?”
She smiled. “I don’t have a problem with your tattoos.”
“You don’t?” I asked. “The first time Casmiro saw them, he screamed like a girl. And don’t think I didn’t see the disdain in your eyes when you first saw them.”
“I didn’t know what they meant,” she said, her hand raising to stroke my cheek. “Now that I do, I want to study every stroke, every ink; I want to see it through your eyes, and aside from the tattoos, you have a good physique. Who wouldn’t want to see that?”
“Grace. She hated it.”
The immediate frown that touched her brows had me wondering what I had said wrong, but it was gone as soon as it came, replaced by a more sadistic smile as she rose a little on one elbow,cupped my chin, looking straight into my eyes. “Never speak of another woman when I’m naked and beneath you. My rule.” She smiled, tilting her head and tugging me down to her, our lips nearly touching. “Is that clear… sir?”
My cock hardened at the domineering tone of her voice, and I felt the urge to take control but, at the same time, let her have it so she could wield the knife and stir this.
My knees drew up, separating her legs as I responded, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.”
“Hm.” My palm pressed flat on her stomach, pushing her back down gently. “Now relax.”
Her teeth clamped on her bottom lip. “Why? You wanna take care of me?”
“Whatever gave you that notion?”
This time, the frown that touched her brows was plagued with confusion, which I reveled in as my hand traveled down her stomach to the wetness between her legs. I rubbed slowly at her swollen clit, wet and fucking soft to the touch; I knew for a fact that I could play with her all day if for nothing but to feel her softness on the pads of my fingers and to hear her breathy moans now erupting with a lust-filled voice.
If my mind had a face, it would be grinning right now.
I tapped her clit, and she gasped, eyes widening in surprise at the impact. I could only begin to imagine the pain and pleasure she got from that action.
My gaze locked with hers, dropping to those lips, the bottom one swollen and red due to how hard she had bitten it. I wanted to suck it, kiss her, and feel her tongue against mine.
I moved to stroke between her slit, spreading her wetness all around her core, basking in the way her thighs shook. I allowed my mind to drift off to how wonderful it had felt to kiss her, how intimate and connected I had felt to another person.
The moment that sealed the deal for me.
The moment she ruined afterward.
I massaged the pulsing bud of her clit, earning small moans and whimpers from her, teasing and making her squirm in waiting to be filled up. I slipped a finger into her, and her walls immediately stuck to my finger, tight and pulsing.
“Fuck,” she let out, her head pressing further into the pillow, eyes almost shut but still in a heated daze, looking at me while my finger worked its way inside her, curling and freeing, searching, seeking, and finding. She felt so good.
I pushed in another finger, and she lifted her hips, her hand fisting my shirt around my shoulder, her walls clamping to my fingers immediately.
This woman was naked before me, and I was still thinking of the next opportunity I would get to fuck her. It felt like the first time all over again.
I hated how my body had never longed for anyone as much as it did for her. It made it seem like a first. I already had so many firsts with her. Things might not end well if we kept going at this pace.
That right there—that thought—was my rational thinking, but unfortunately, I was now blinded by every irrational circumstance that came with being with this woman.
I pumped my fingers in and out of her, and her body arched. I palmed her stomach, pressing her back to the bed, the sound of my strokes heightening and lessening, filling the space between us.
I added a third finger, stretching her. The hiss that left the space between her teeth was accompanied by a throaty moan that had her thighs quaking. “Mmm, fuck, your fingers are…”
“What.”
“They feel so good… so fucking good, sir.”
My lips fell to her nipple, hiding my smile as I satisfied my craving for another connection with her body, one I knew I couldn’t get from kissing her. I flicked the erect bud with my tongue, twirling with the same pattern and pace my fingers pleasured her.
