“I rub myself.” I force the words out through the curtain of mortification that closes in on me.
“Do you get off with only your fingers?”
“Yes.”
“I’d like to see you do that in front of me someday.”
My entire body goes aflame.
“Huh?”
“Oh yeah,” he smirks. “I can imagine it. You in my bed, legs spread, those dainty fingers playing with your pretty pussy as you make yourself come for me. You’d be a vision.”
Vesuvius has nothing on the heat pulsing through me. Cal’s skill in subverting my mind from shame to sensual indulgence is astounding.
“We’re not having sex tonight, Tots. But I’m going to make you feel good, okay?”
This is already the best I’ve felt in a very long time, so it takes no effort to believe him. I nod, dazed.
His hands slide up my thighs and slip under my dress to cup my ass. Mybareass, because the lingerie I’m wearing hardly qualifies as an undergarment. I don’t know whether I should thank or curse Irsia for convincing me to be bold and purchase a dress where you need to skip regular panties and bras to avoid lines. He squeezes and palms my flesh, spreading my cheeks apart, and instantly, all sane thoughts flee my scrambled mind.
His breath warms my skin as he holds himself a few centimeters from me. I’m panting, aroused, my mind frenzied with need.
“What are you waiting for?” I whisper, desperate for him to lead the way.
“For you to kiss me.”
His words light me up and I react by slamming my mouth against his. My fingers sink into his luscious hair, gripping it harder when his hold on me tightens. The wet glide of his tongue against mine, the dominant thrust in and out of my mouth, paints erotic pictures of what is yet to come. My hips hitch desperately, seeking the friction of his jeans against my soaked thong.
The pitch of fever within me burns bright when he pushes the bottom of my dress up to grip my hips, nudging me back and forth in a rhythm that has me moaning and whimpering against his mouth. His lips sear a decadent path down my neck before hovering over my dusky nipple, teasing it with little licks and blowing cool air on it until it hardens to a sharp point aching for stimulation.
I clutch at his neck, waiting for his next move. My body arches up as his hot mouth closes over me, my heartfelt cry of relief puncturing the space around us.
“Cal, yes!”
He suckles me, simultaneously playing with the sensitive bud of my other breast. Each teasing tug sends a needy rush of molten heat down my spine, settling right at my core. Move for move, he matches me as I grind against him, his head held to my chest as I work furiously to reach a pleasure hovering just out of reach.
My fingers dig into his shoulder when he reaches between us to fondle my covered clit. His thumb presses up and the room spins.
My mouth falls open in a loud, sobbing gasp as my orgasm overtakes me too quickly, leaving me trembling in his arms. I stay slumped, trying to catch my breath while he rubs my back, helping me recover from the sudden high. I’ve never orgasmed this quickly. I didn’t think it was possible.
“Jesus,” Cal rasps after a pause, cutting into my thoughts. “You’re stunning, Alia.”
Cradling my jaw, he swipes a kiss across my mouth, so soft and sweet that it makes me want to cry. I’d denied myself the possibility ofthiswhen I let Namik take advantage of me.
Despite Cal’s compliment, something dark and ugly twists in my chest, a mixture of anger and shame. His words should’ve soothed me. But, on the heels of an explosive orgasm, my first at the hands of a partner, the bitter realization of how deeply I’d failed myself plagues me.
My cruel brain runs reels of Namik berating me for being unsatisfying in bed. Blaming me for not being able to orgasm with him, therefore ruining it for him as well.
Do all virgins overreact like you?
You’re not in pain, quit exaggerating.
Don’t make any noise, I don’t like it.
Get on your knees. It’s better when I don’t see your face.
Fuck, I can’t come like this. This is your fault!