Page 68 of East (The Moral Compass 3)

I step back slowly. I want to look at her. I want to look at her face, those eyes, those lips. It hits me hard that I have really fucking missed her. I’ve never missed anyone in my whole life. I’ve never had anyone to miss.

I pull her so close that her head is resting on my chest. I can smell her shampoo. I can smell her perfume. Everything feels familiar. It feels right.

We stand there holding each other for what seems like hours but, in reality, it’s probably only a minute or two. The need to look at her again is so strong.

And before I can stop myself, I say, “East, I fucking missed you.” Damn, not what I wanted to lead with.

She stands back and squints her eyes, searching for something.

“Really? You missed me?”

Well, I might as well tell the truth. “Yeah, I have. And I realise that you being on my mind twenty-four seven while I was in Mexico is what missing someone is all about.”

“Oh, well… I might have missed you a little bit, too.” Her sullen face breaks into a stunning smile.

I can’t look at those eyes and not want to fuck her.Is it too soon? Should I wait and talk?

“Well, if you’ve missed me, you have a funny way of showing it, mister. I was hoping seeing me again would have you ripping my clothes off.” She giggles.

“Oh, East, you have no fucking idea what you have just said.”

My hands find the hem of her shirt, and I start to pull it up until she hisses. Fuck, I totally forgot one of her arms is in a cast.

“Shit, let me take this off you properly.” I undo the buttons completely and remove her good arm. Then, I gently remove her bad one.

Then, I stop, I have to look at her again. She is like a tiny stick of dynamite. My dick is pounding against my zip, desperate for release, but I have to be careful. I don’t want to hurt her. It’s been a fucking long time for me to go without sex, and my dick thinks it’s his fucking birthday.

I undo her jeans and slide them gently down her legs. As she steps out of them, she falters. I steady her with both arms. “Hey, I think we need to get you checked out tomorrow. Your balance is all off.”

“Zed, I am standing here in my underwear, please don’t put a damper on things.”

“Shit, okay. Less taking more… What is it you want?” I smirk.

“You know what I want.”

“No, I don’t. Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want me to do, East.”

I hope she says she wants to be fucked and fucked hard because that’s what I really want to do.

“Zed, honestly. I am no good at this dirty talk. You know I’m not. Please just do whatever it is we are supposed to do.”

“Well, if you want me to eat you, you need to say it. If you want me to finger you, you need to say it, and if you want me to fuck you then you—”

“Okay, I get it! Fucking eat me, will you?” A slight tinge of pink flushes across her cheeks. It’s absolutely adorable.

I pick her up and put her on the desk. “Lie back onto your elbows. If your arm hurts, lie flat.” I kiss her gently on her lips and push her left shoulder backward gently.

I kneel down on the floor in front of her and remove her underwear.

With both hands, I open her legs to see the most exquisite pussy I have ever seen. She is so fucking horny, she’s glistening. I take my finger and slowly trace from bottom to top. I can feel her squirm, and her body reacts instantly.

I look up. She is watching, and, fuck, it makes me want to come just seeing the pleasure on her face.

I slide my finger up and down two or three more times. Then, I push my index finger in. I forgot how tight she is. I find the rough patch just inside and rub gently. Her eyes widen as I use my thumb to massage her clit. I don’t take my eyes away from hers as I see her face change. Her breathing quickens, and her hands search for something to grip.

“Zed, I’m going to come if you carry on.”

“Good, I want you to. I want you to come all over my hand. Then, I’m going to make you come again, but this time, with my mouth.”

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