‘We will find a way. I can make you a lot of money.’
This was old ground between them. Indeed, she was speaking by rote as she felt his lips kiss a trail across her shoulders.
‘I can give you this,’ he said as his teeth scraped across her neck. Then his hands slid around her ribs to cup her breasts. ‘I can show you lust.’
She still did not know that word, but it hardly mattered. His hands were shaping her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and pulling her back against his front. He was as naked as she. She felt the heat of his chest, and the rough brush of his hair against her back. And she felt his thick, hot organ throbbing against her spine.
Her mind focused on that place. On the way his cock pressed against her bottom. On the pulse and slight wetness she felt there. And she worried for a moment if it would fit inside her.
Then he chased those thoughts away. He kissed along her shoulder, and he pulled at her nipples. And then he let one hand slide down. Down across her belly, which quivered against his large hand.
He surrounded her now, completely capturing her against him. She could not run if she wanted to, and her breath caught a moment in fear.
‘Lucy?’ he whispered against her.
‘Yes,’ she said, answering a completely different question. Yes, she wanted this. Yes, this was frightening but also thrilling. Yes, please keep going.
‘Tell me to stop,’ he said as his hand moved lower. His smallest finger teased the top of her curls. ‘Tell me no.’
In answer, she widened her knees. She dropped her head back against his shoulder. She opened herself up to him for whatever he willed.
‘So be it,’ he said against her neck. And then his finger slid lower.
She bucked when his finger slid between her folds, but she kept her cry inside. Never had anything touched her there except a cloth held by her own hand. His finger was so alive as it pressedthere. Moving and teasing while her body strained forwards and back, away and closer. She didn’t know what she wanted. It was too much and too little.
‘Shhh,’ he said against her ear. ‘You must be quiet.’
She knew that. But how could she contain her voice when every part of her was focused between her thighs? Even as he spoke, his finger pushed and explored.
She bit her lip. She felt him spread her wetness everywhere. And as her knees slid further apart, she felt his fingers press deep inside her.
She couldn’t catch her breath. She tried to press her face against her shoulder to muffle her sounds, but there was no way to reach.
And so he withdrew.
She mewed in dismay, but then his hands slid down her arms to her wrists. He tugged her forwards so that she bent at the waist.
‘Put your palms on the wall. Press your mouth against your arm.’
She did as he bid. And now she was effectively on all fours before him. He could touch her everywhere and she trembled as she stayed there, her mouth pressed against her arm.
Such things she felt. He touched her everywhere. He kissed her back, he kneaded her breasts, and he put his fingers between her thighs. He opened her petals there. He stroked her up and down. And he thrust his fingers inside.
And every time she thought she would lose control, every time the sensations became too much, he pulled away. He went back to her breasts, he pushed his fingers in and out of her, but he did not touch her at that spot—that incredible place—where he’d first begun to probe between her thighs.
Such wonder to have him surround her. His chest was pressed to her back. His hands were everywhere on her body.And low at her bottom was his shaft. So hot against the base of her spine.
Once, when he pressed his fingers deep inside her, she arched her back and he hissed. It wasn’t pain. It was the same hunger she felt, and so she did it again. Soon, she heard him growl against her ear, and she knew she tortured him as much as he did her.
Until he abruptly shifted his position.
He didn’t move her. He straightened up, setting his feet beside her lower legs where she knelt upon his bed.
‘Keep quiet now,’ he warned, his voice a low gravelly sound. ‘We are going to do this, you and I.’
How big he was as he surrounded her. There was nowhere for her to move as his arms came around her, pinning her in place. His finger—so thick and calloused—rubbed up and down her folds.
Yes. Oh yes! She arched, reacting to the feel. She wanted more of that. She needed more!