I place my hands over his, leaning my head back against the base of his broad chest. It’s moments like these I love the most, him just holding me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.
My eyes keep contact with his from the mirror. There’s something intimate about it and erotic. “I can’t help it,” I tell him.
He hums thoughtfully. The deep vibration of it causing every cell in my body to go chaotic. “What’s there to be nervous about?” His hand moves from my hip and travels to my stomach. Butterflies immediately swarm.
I swallow thickly. “It could not go my way.”
His hand rises and I watch with anticipation where it’ll go next. My breath hitches as his fingers brush against the underside of my breasts. “It’s a done deal, baby.”
I bite down on my lower lip as heat begins to pool in my lower stomach. “Doesn’t mean I still can’t be nervous.” My voice sounds huskier, needier.
I swallow back a moan as his thumb brushes over my hardened nipple. The fabric of the towel wrapped under my arms is thin and leaves little to the imagination.
He raises a brow, continuing his slow strokes against my nipple. “Would you like me to ease you of your nerves, Grace?” God, there’s something about the way he says my name that makes me all hot. My pussy clenches and I already feel the slickness of my arousal between my thighs.
I nod my head. His eyes sharpen. Then, he pinches my nipple through the fabric and the jolt of pain causes me to cry out. “Deny me your voice again and I’ll make that ass of yours so red you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
Hot fucking damn.
“What if that’s exactly what I want?” I purr and he pushes his hard cock into my backside.
“Fuck,” he groans, “you’re going to kill me.” His hand moves again, this time his fingers are at the knot holding my towel in place. With eyes eyes hot on mine in the mirror he undoes the towel, letting it fall to my feet with a quiet thud.
His thumb brushes over my harden nipple again before his hand travels south. My eyes follow his hand hungrily, my body feeling as strung as a tightrope. I lick the bottom of my lip as his fingers graze against my mound.
He’s taking his time. Teasing me in a way that’ll only make my mind go mad and my body turn sexually frustrated.
I’m all but his willing prey and the predator in him wants to play.
Pleadings are about to pour from my lips until he finally lowers his fingers. His middle finger dips between my wet slit. Then, without warning, he plunges his finger inside me, curling it to hit that special spot.
When he removes his finger I whimper in protest, which only makes him chuckle darkly. With that very same finger he collects my arousal and begins to lazily circle my clit.
“Oak.” His name is a delirious plea from my lips.
He continues his assault, applying enough pressure to keep me stimulated but not enough to give me what I want.
His other hand comes up to palm my breast. In a seductive voice he orders, “Look at us in the mirror, Grace. Do you see it?”
“See what?” I breathe.
He pinches my clit and my eyes fly open. His eyes pierce mine in the mirror. “That this pussy is mine.” He then sinks his finger back in me followed by another. I choke out a strangled cry and he smiles pleased. “That I own every part of you,” he tells me in a voice that oozes sex. While he slowly pumps his fingers in and out, making me feel every inch of them, his thumb applies pressure to my clit. “That you’re mine.” He scissors his fingers, making my knees quiver.
Holy fuck.
I’m so close that I can taste it.
Before I can reach that blissful feeling he leaves me feeling bereft has he removes himself from me. I almost fall forward from the loss of touch.
Feeling sexually frustrated I’m about to cry out at him.
But then he moves in front of me.
And then he kneels in front of me.
My heart goes crazy as my breaths quicken.
With his hands on my hips he leans in. The tip of his nose brushes against my clit as he inhales deeply.
