My heart beats wildly. Normally, I detach my emotions when I’m with a woman, but it’s impossible with Selene. I don’t know where my body and heart begins or ends. It’s all one with her. I can’t be with her and not think about how I feel. It’s debilitating, scary yet exhilarating all at once.
“Holt, I…” She tries to pull away, but I stop her by pressing my finger to her mouth.
“Shh.” I clear my throat, my dick throbbing. “I know what you’re going to say.”
“No.” She licks her lips, shaking her head. “I don’t think you do.”
“Actually, I do.” I slip my fingers between her dripping wet slit and circle her clit before slipping them inside her. I hook my fingers, reaching up to the one spot that causes her back to arch and her neck to tighten as she gasps, throwing her head back. The tie pulls on her wrists as she tugs against them.
“I’ve thought about you for years,” I confess. “I’ve watched you. You think I just showed up to your yoga class because Julianna told me about it once.”
“You’ve been stalking me?” she asks, her voice cracking.
I chuckle, loving the way her body is reacting to my touch. “Stalking. Watching. Protecting. Call it what you want, but I’ve been obsessed.”
“Then, why?” She rocks against my hand, clearly wanting more. “`Why didn’t you say anything before?”
“Because, Wallflower.” I drop my voice, my patience growing thin with every moment that passes where I’m not burying my cock inside her. “You’re clearly out of my league. And I know you…” I press my mouth to the swell of her breast, looking up at her with hooded eyes. “But I intend to show you exactly how I feel about you so there’s no mistaking it.”
“Holt…” She pants, lifting her hips. “I can’t make?—”
Then I’m between her legs, dragging my tongue along her slit.
Her spine stiffens the moment my tongue meets her swollen clit. She arches her back, and I can hear the pull of my tie as it strains against the pressure.
I grin against her and flick my tongue over her clit. Back and forth. Up and down. Over and over. I keep my fingers inside her, pressing my hand flat against her lower belly to keep her still. She resists, but her moans quickly fill my bedroom.
“God, your cunt tastes so sweet,” I tell her. “Just like you.”
“I’m not sweet.” She rolls her hips back and then up again. “Oh, fuck.”
I let out a sardonic laugh. “There’s another lie we’re going to have to rectify later.”
“I’m going to come, Holt.” She moans. “Fuck, I want to touch you.”
“Not yet,” I tell her, then my mouth is back on her sweet cunt. I bite and suck and tease until her thighs are on either side of my head. “I want you coming all over my mouth. I want your pussy crying out for me, telling me you got my message.”
“What message?”
I suck on her clit, pinching it between my teeth. She hisses, and, fuck, my resolve is waning. “That there isn’t any question as to what I feel for you.” I blow a tiny breath across her pussy.
She looks down at me.
“Now, come for me, Wallflower.”
Her thighs press against my head the second I’m working her clit again. I drag my tongue up and down her slit while pumping my fingers in and out of her. I wrap my free hand over the top of her thigh, holding her down as she moans.
“Oh, God, Holt, I’m going to come.”
“Do it,” I growl.
She does as I command. Her body writhes against the bed.The restraints are pulled taut as her chest quivers with her orgasm. Her thick thighs press against the side of my head as she cries out.
I keep working her, letting her cries tell me when she’s coming down from her orgasm. I watch her in amazement, making sure to take in every detail. The way her hair shines in the lights above my bed. The way her fingers grip the tie. The way she tilts her head back, gasping for air.
My cock twitches, and I need her now. She’s so fucking wet for me.
Heart racing, I pull my fingers out of her and sit up on my knees. “I want you to taste yourself.” I place my fingers against her lips. “I want you to taste yourself and what I can make you do.”
