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my eyes. From the look on his face, he’s very pleased with my first lesson. A smirk that’s tugging at the corner of his mouth again makes me smile, too. I reach up and touch it, feel a light roughness from the nearby stubble against the edge of my finger.
“I love how your smile is crooked.”
“Crooked?” he laughs. “That doesn’t sound good.”
I press my body into him and kiss him. “I love it.”
The intent in his eyes shifts, and he says, quietly, “As long as you like it… His fingers slide down my stomach, over my belly button, and down over the cropped public hair where he rubs my mound in slow circles. “So I noticed at the door, but… I like this. No panties.”
“I ditched them in a bathroom at the club when I was feeling confined.” He laughs, slipping two of his fingers inside me so quickly that I gasp. I was so in need of being touched that I’m moaning within seconds, and he’s very much enjoying taking back the power, and watching me. My breath quickens as his talented fingers massage, then penetrate, then come out to circle my bean, flicking one of its sides as the burn pools out from his touch. “Please keep doing that.”
“I wasn’t going to stop.” He thrusts his middle finger inside me and I cry out. Leaning down, he holds me hostage, sucking on my neck.
There’s this moment before an orgasm, where it’s approaching and I’m afraid it won’t arrive, so I strain for it, reaching and making it slip away in the process. He won’t let me do that. He’s got me pinned so I have to just take it. I have no choice but to receive the pleasure and feel the build.
Hoarsely, he whispers into my ear, cupping me and vibrating his hand, “This is mine. I don’t want anyone else knowing how you sound when you cum.” A burning heat makes the whole world disappear, and I cry out in ecstasy. “That’s it. Let it all go.”
I grab onto him, my nails gouged into the muscles of his back as I push my breasts into his skin, feeling the orgasm ripping me apart. I start to scream. He pulls up on me, pressing his hand firmly into my skin. My thighs clamp his arm and the release continues as I rub against him. Every inhibition I’ve ever known vanishes. Every fear. It’s all gone.
I have never known this feeling before. I’ve only heard about orgasms like this.
There will never be a day where I don’t long for his touch. I know that now.
I am his.
Chapter Thirteen
Alec
S he opens her eyes and peeks around the room, surprised at the sunlight slipping in where the curtains meet. She covers her mouth and turns her head away from me, hiding her breath. I couldn’t care less about her morning breath. I haven’t found one thing about her that turns me off. That’s only happened to me with one other person, a woman I had a short affair with when I was twenty-one. She was thirty-two and I’d met her when I playing a show in Germany. She was married. I had to let her go.
I never thought I’d find that again–someone who, everything about her, feels good to me. Smells good. Sounds good.
I know I won’t be the only one who thinks so. As soon as the world gets ahold of Rue, they’re not going to let her go.
I don’t have much time.
“Did I fall asleep?” she asks, shocked.
“You did. You passed out right after…”
“NO! I couldn’t have!” She plows her face into the pillow, embarrassed.
“You had a long day.”
Mortified, she peeks at me. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“I need to brush my teeth.”
“No, you don’t.”
She smiles, and rises out of bed anyway, peeks over her shoulder at me, her hair falling in front of her face. “I really do… and we didn’t have sex yet?”
I lay back with my hands under my head. “Oh we had sex. I had my way with you when you were passed out.” Gullible, she stares at me, wondering if I’m lying. I pull the pillow out from under my head and throw it at her. “Come on! You hungry?”
Walking to the bathroom
“I love how your smile is crooked.”
“Crooked?” he laughs. “That doesn’t sound good.”
I press my body into him and kiss him. “I love it.”
The intent in his eyes shifts, and he says, quietly, “As long as you like it… His fingers slide down my stomach, over my belly button, and down over the cropped public hair where he rubs my mound in slow circles. “So I noticed at the door, but… I like this. No panties.”
“I ditched them in a bathroom at the club when I was feeling confined.” He laughs, slipping two of his fingers inside me so quickly that I gasp. I was so in need of being touched that I’m moaning within seconds, and he’s very much enjoying taking back the power, and watching me. My breath quickens as his talented fingers massage, then penetrate, then come out to circle my bean, flicking one of its sides as the burn pools out from his touch. “Please keep doing that.”
“I wasn’t going to stop.” He thrusts his middle finger inside me and I cry out. Leaning down, he holds me hostage, sucking on my neck.
There’s this moment before an orgasm, where it’s approaching and I’m afraid it won’t arrive, so I strain for it, reaching and making it slip away in the process. He won’t let me do that. He’s got me pinned so I have to just take it. I have no choice but to receive the pleasure and feel the build.
Hoarsely, he whispers into my ear, cupping me and vibrating his hand, “This is mine. I don’t want anyone else knowing how you sound when you cum.” A burning heat makes the whole world disappear, and I cry out in ecstasy. “That’s it. Let it all go.”
I grab onto him, my nails gouged into the muscles of his back as I push my breasts into his skin, feeling the orgasm ripping me apart. I start to scream. He pulls up on me, pressing his hand firmly into my skin. My thighs clamp his arm and the release continues as I rub against him. Every inhibition I’ve ever known vanishes. Every fear. It’s all gone.
I have never known this feeling before. I’ve only heard about orgasms like this.
There will never be a day where I don’t long for his touch. I know that now.
I am his.
Chapter Thirteen
Alec
S he opens her eyes and peeks around the room, surprised at the sunlight slipping in where the curtains meet. She covers her mouth and turns her head away from me, hiding her breath. I couldn’t care less about her morning breath. I haven’t found one thing about her that turns me off. That’s only happened to me with one other person, a woman I had a short affair with when I was twenty-one. She was thirty-two and I’d met her when I playing a show in Germany. She was married. I had to let her go.
I never thought I’d find that again–someone who, everything about her, feels good to me. Smells good. Sounds good.
I know I won’t be the only one who thinks so. As soon as the world gets ahold of Rue, they’re not going to let her go.
I don’t have much time.
“Did I fall asleep?” she asks, shocked.
“You did. You passed out right after…”
“NO! I couldn’t have!” She plows her face into the pillow, embarrassed.
“You had a long day.”
Mortified, she peeks at me. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“I need to brush my teeth.”
“No, you don’t.”
She smiles, and rises out of bed anyway, peeks over her shoulder at me, her hair falling in front of her face. “I really do… and we didn’t have sex yet?”
I lay back with my hands under my head. “Oh we had sex. I had my way with you when you were passed out.” Gullible, she stares at me, wondering if I’m lying. I pull the pillow out from under my head and throw it at her. “Come on! You hungry?”
Walking to the bathroom
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