“Cal,” I protest, but he shushes me.
“Just a little light, baby. Please. Enough for you to see,” he hums, sliding one arm under my neck to pillow it, the other resting possessively on my hip. Maybe it’s because he called me ‘baby’ or that he’s holding me like I’m precious, but I start to relax.
“See what?” I ask, trembling when his breath tickles the side of my neck.
“That,” he whispers, pointing to the window where a blurry image of us on the bed greets me. I can’t contain my sharp gasp at the view.
“We’re too high for anyone to see. But, if you want me to stop, I will. You’ll always have a choice with me, Alia.”
My fear urges me to draw the curtains and shut myself away. But something about Cal’s gentle insistence gives me the courage to step into the light. I want to know myself without the shackles of restraint and confusion. I don’t want to self-sabotage and assume I don’t deserve attention or encouragement. So, despite my misgivings, I stutter, “D-don’t stop.”
His hum of pleasure at my acceptance is so heady, I close my eyes to savor the sound.
“Then watch, because I’m going to show you every part of you I find attractive,” he rasps. “Everything I’ve obsessed over since we met.”
Sparks blossom beneath my skin, my breasts growing heavy, aching for his touch.
“Your hair,” he murmurs, twisting a lock of it around his finger. “I’ve imagined wrapping it around my fist as I fuck you.”
Oh my. . .
“Your eyes,” he continues, tugging my hair ’til I’m forced to twist my neck to look at him. “I’ve never seen eyes as brown and innocent as yours. But when you’re turned on,” he adds, his palm cupping one breast, “they’re black. I could drown in them without a single regret.”
I struggle to steady each breath when his finger finds the tip of my breast, rolling the aroused bud until I’m shifting restlessly against him. “Your tits. Perfect fucking handful. Like they were made for me. Look.”
I turn to the window and watch, hypnotized by the slow glide of his open palm over the length of my body, his skin pale against my sun-kissed tan. Like an artist crafting a delicate piece of pottery, he molds my shape. His touch is reverent and thorough, an invisible brand I’ll wear henceforth.
His hand slides between my legs to hook my upper thigh over his.
“Open your legs for me, gorgeous. That’s it.”
His soothing tone matches the warmth blooming inside my chest when he cups me where I’m bare, massaging me softly. The heel of his palm presses against my pubic bone, but it does nothing to ease the overwhelming ache pulsing and swelling under his caress. My clit hurts with how badly I need relief.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I beg, stilling when the blunt tip of his thick finger searches through the seam of my pussy. With a wiggle, he swiftly sinks the entire length of his finger into me, making me choke on a gasp.
“Fuck, Tots, you’re so tight and hot. You’ll have to learn to take my fingers before you take my cock.”
In and out, slow and steady, he plays with my body, his thumb flicking my clit until I’m wet enough for him to slide a second finger in. The miniscule burn of stretching is so pleasurable, I moan out loud.Dear lord, is this what I’ve been missing all this time?
“Open your eyes,” he orders.
His teeth nip at my ear in a punishment I want him to repeat. I obey, fighting the haze vignetting my vision so I can focus on the image of my naked body wrapped in his arms. One muscular forearm curves around my hip and his hand disappears between my spread legs. I look like Eve with the serpent lovingly coiled around her exposed body, enticed into a new age of eroticism with a single succulent bite.
“Do you see what I see, Tots? Do you see how sexy you are? How perfect?”
A low keening sound spills from my throat, my back arching in his hold. I squirm, needing more of him than I can express.
“When you’re ready for me, I’m going to watch your face when I slide into you right here,” he rasps in my ear, punctuating his promise with a determined thrust of his fingers. I cry out when he taps a spot inside that makes me writhe. The wet smacking of my arousal joins my whimpers as he drives his fingers into me. “The room won’t be dark when I finally fuck you, gorgeous. I’ll make you come with every part of your sexy body on display and watch my cock stretch this tight, little cunt when I make it mine.”
My eyes roll into my head as my vision blurs, my head filled with lascivious images. How am I meant to survive this? Maybe this is how I die: with his fingers inside me, one hand massaging my boob and his stiff cock rubbing against my ass as he tells me how deep and hard he’ll fuck me as soon as I’m ready.
His voice is like a siren call, a devilish whisper that seduces me, drawing me out of the cloak of meek respectability I’ve hidden under. He’s luring me to embrace the heady pleasure of having the power to make him delirious with want. The mere thought makesmy body thrum with need. My hips push back, my ass tucked into him as his steely erection rubs between my cheeks.
“Oh god, don’t stop.”
He thumbs my clit and I tighten, my moan garbled as his fingers pick up speed.