Tonight, he’s determined to do this, and I wonder if it’s only to escape his own mind. More than anything, I want him to tell me what plagues his dreams at night, but the lingering sting of his words and the hard press of his cock on my lower stomach keep me silent.
“Were you naked?” he prompts.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He hums, then grabs the end of my t-shirt and pulls it up, releasing my arms to remove the fabric altogether.
My nipples harden as the chilly air settles on my flushed skin, coercing goosebumps to the surface. I shiver, despite how I’m burning up inside.
Next, he slides my bathing suit bottoms off, then spreads my legs so he can settle between them.
My cheeks burn when I feel just how slick my inner thighs are. My brain is split into two sides of the same coin. I want him to feel how badly I need to be touched, but I don’t want him to know it’s only for him.
Gathering my wrists back in one hand, he once more pins them above my head, hovering above me. Hot breath fans across my sensitive flesh and I can’t help but squeeze my thighs around his hips.
“Where did I touch you?” he questions, keeping his free hand safely on my outer thigh. His palm burns against my skin, but his mere presence radiates heat.
“My nipples,” I confess hoarsely. “With your mouth.”
He hums, the deep sound crawling along each nerve in my body. I inhale sharply when he leans down and captures my right nipple between his teeth, drawing the peak into his hot mouth and sucking sharply.
My back is bowing off the bed, tremors racking my body as a moan rolls off my tongue.
“Yes,” I whisper, grinding my pussy against him, disappointed when I feel the material of his shorts instead of his bare cock.
I should’ve saidhewas naked first, purely for my own self-gratification.
He delivers a sharp bite before releasing my nipple, tipping his chin up just enough for the moonlight to catch the severe planes of his face and reveal his darkened eyes.
It’s paralyzing—the way he hates to want me. It’s empowering.
“You were kissing up my thighs,” I tell him, holding his stare. “You were begging to lick me.”
A divot appears in his right cheek, a slightly crooked curl to his lips. Those dimples give him away, otherwise, his amusement could only be detected in his eyes.
“You saidlet me taste you, bella.My pussy was dripping wet just as it is now, and you were nearly drooling just to get a taste.”
A growl forms deep in his chest, and he sits up, releasing his grip on my wrists.
“Keep your hands above your head, Sawyer.If you want to touch me, you’ll be held to the same rules and you will beg for it.”
Shouldn’t be an issue.
Except the moment he slides down my form, settling his shoulders between my legs, I’m bursting with the need to run my hands through his hair.
I resist while he brings my sweet dreams to life and places soft kisses up my thigh, maintaining eye contact as he does. The shadows are deeper now that he’s no longer directly in the moonlight, but I can still see his eyes just enough to feel the intensity behind them.
Right when he reaches my pussy, he pauses, his breath fanning across the sensitive area.
“Let me taste you,bella,” he whispers devilishly, that accent making the words sound so much more delicious than in my dream.
My heart flies into my throat, nearly preventing the desperateyesfrom escaping.
The dimple reappears, but he denies me the sight, dipping his chin down and gliding his tongue in one long sweep up my slit.
Again, my back is arching off the bed, and I’m curling my hands into tight fists to abate the need to touch him.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, panting when the pointed end of his tongue swipes back and forth across my clit, igniting every single nerve within.