Now and when the time comes.
Taking a deep breath, I allow her to lower herself back onto the bed, then push myself up with my fists, giving her a devilish grin.
“Is it still our secret?” I ask her, tilting my head to the side.
“Always,” she breathes.
At the moment of her affirmation that this will “always” be ours, I get to my feet and push my jeans down, kicking them to the side, giving her a moment to look at my body.
Snow has never been able to look away from me—even when we first started this relationship.
We both knew that it was something that would eventually come back to haunt us if neither of us was able to keep the secrets I knew we’d share.
That was when I made a pact with her.
For every secret she promised to keep, I would allow her a meal.
She’s earned two so far, so tomorrow will be a good day for her.
But tonight, belongs to me.
Chapter Six
I hover over the beautiful, timid girl on my bed and smile when she reaches to put her hands on either side of my face.
The trembling hasn’t stopped but neither has the longing in her eyes.
I’ll give myself to her tonight because it’s the right thing to do.
I take her hand and place it on my throbbing cock. She gently runs her hand down the length taking in every piece of flesh, every vein that’s aching to explode for her.
Inher.
When she glances over at me again, I tell myself to remain patient. While I don’t want to do all of the work for her, I’ll have to help get things started.
Reaching down, I wrap a hand around hers while I cross my other arm behind my neck. Snow rips her eyes away from me, completely transfixed by how my stomach is starting to shudder slightly at the sensation of what we’re doing together.
She pries my hand away from hers, as she continues the up and down motion. She’s gentle at first, the innocence shining through her clumsy movements, but when she gets a better hold of what she’s doing, she begins to move her hand a little faster, tug a little harder, and elicits a pained groan from me.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, immediately letting go of my cock.
“It’s okay,” I reassure her as I push her hand back toward the task at hand. “I don’t mind the pain.”
And I don’t because it’sherinflicting it on me.
Had it been anyone else, I would have thrown them off my bed and out of my house, but Snow is and always has been different.
There’s that word again,I think as I bring my arm around and cover my face with my hands.Always.The promise that I wanted—the one she swears she’ll keep.
“Kenji?” Snow asks timidly, her hand still moving at a moderate enough pace to get me close to climax.
I use my hands to push my hair from my face as I look at her through lust-hazel eyes, my breathing becoming labored.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asks.
I want to say no, especially since she shows no signs of slowing down, but there’s more to what we can have than just this.
“Please,” I whisper in a trembling voice and she does.