Page 19 of Wicked Oath
I shake my head no.
“Good.” He flips my dress up, so it bunches around my waist, giving him a good look at my white panties. I don’t own any sexy lingerie, and now, I wish I do. “Have you ever been touched here by anyone before?” His fingers trail at the edge of my underwear. I inhale deeply, not feeling afraid at all. Even though this is happening so fast, it feels so right.
“No,” I whisper.
“Do you want me to touch you here?”
I gulp. “Yes,” I admit. A throbbing sensation has entered the spot between my legs. I need friction. I need release. I need him.
“Have you ever touched yourself here?”
My heart might beat right out of my chest. “No. I’m a good Irish girl, remember?”
“Not good for much longer,” he growls. “Are you sure you’re still a good girl?”
And at this moment, I know the answer. “No.”
“That’s my girl.” In one instant, he tugs my panties down, leaving me fully exposed.
“James,” I gasp.
“You wanted this, right.” He brushes a finger against my wet folds.
“Yes, but here? Anyone could walk in.”
He leans down and whispers in my ear, “No one’s going to walk in. I promise you.” He cups my pussy. I clench my legs around his hand. The deep throbbing inside my core is something I can barely handle. I’ve never been this turned on before. “Now, just feel.”
James starts to rub his fingers gently over my folds. I feel so sensitive, like I make break any second.
“Is this sanitary?” I ask, nodding toward the ring floor.
“It’s clean, don’t worry. I’m the only one who’s been on it today, and it’s cleaned thoroughly after every fight.” His finger brushes my clit, making my hips jerk up. “Now, stop worrying and just feel.” He grinds his hand into my pussy, and I arch my back and cry out. I slap my hands over my mouth, hoping no one can hear us, especially Garret. I don’t need this getting back to my parents.
James smiles darkly as he rubs me faster, slipping his fingers between my folds and rubbing a thumb over my sensitive nub.
I scrape my hands against the floor, searching for something to keep me steady. The pleasure James is giving me is so intense I might pass out.
“I’m not …” I gasp. “Normally like this.”
“Better for me, then.” He fingers my entrance before slipping a finger inside me. I clench my legs harder around his forearm. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Imagine how this will feel when I fuck you the first time.” He thrusts his finger in and out of me, stretching my inner walls. I’m so aroused that there’s no pain.
I gasp at his words. “James. Maybe this isn’t appropriate.”
He doesn’t stop his hand from pleasuring me as he asks, “What’s inappropriate? We’ll be married soon, and I’m the only one who will ever touch you like this. There’s no problem.”
He flicks my clit, and that’s it for me.
The sudden release that washes over me takes me by surprise. I can’t help the cry that passes my lips as my body trembles. James keeps his intense gaze locked with mine as I come down from the high.
He keeps his finger inside me and continues to touch me as he leans down and captures my lips in another kiss. “Do you want more?”
I know what he’s asking. I might be sheltered, but I understand sex. We shouldn’t. I’m supposed to wait for my wedding night. But James made a good point. He’s the one I’m marrying, so where’s the harm?
So I take a leap of faith and nod yes.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby.” He quickly does away with my dress, leaving me naked on the ring floor. “No bra? I thought you were a good girl.”
“It’s more comfortable this way.”
