“Is that what your life was like while you were gone? Careful?” I ask, curling my fingers into the thick blanket.
Her cheeks flush, but not from embarrassment. “There’s a cost for those answers.”
“Right.”
I give in. Taking her ankles into my hands, I push them outward, spreading her legs. She moves willingly, bending her knees up toward her chest. There’s no stopping the groan thatrips through me. It drops between us like a boulder in the lake we spent hours upon hours in together.
My tongue feels weighted when I speak. “Each time I make you scream, you’ll tell me what I want to know. Once I start, I’m not stopping until my curiosity is sated, Tilly.”
“We’ll see if you can succeed even once first.”
I hook my arms beneath her ass and laugh, tugging hard. She comes flying down the bed, mouthing a silent cry. Lowering myself until my knees hit the floor, I shove her shirt up high enough that I can confirm every suspicion I’ve had about those fucking nipple piercings. The barbell is cold between my fingers as I pinch it and give it a small tug, letting her feel the weight of my arm pressing down onto her stomach.
She sucks in a sharp breath and wiggles against the mattress, eyes flashing where they watch me. I repeat the motion and turn my head to dampen her inner thigh with my tongue. My kisses are wet as I paint her skin with them and then nip at it, drawing another sound from her lips.
“Had a lot of time to wonder,” I start, releasing the barbell to palm her entire tit, giving it a squeeze. “For years after the letters stopped, I kept myself sane by picturing you like this. At first, I thought it was fucking sick. You were my best friend’s twin sister.”
The lace of her panties scrapes my cheek when I drag my mouth higher, my teeth sinking deeper into her thigh. She jerks against my face but still remains silent. Her tongue must be bleeding by now.
Turning my face forward, I bump the middle of her panties with my nose, feeling how damp they are. Her thigh grows tense when she yanks it up and away from me, baring herself further in invitation. I take her nipple between my fingers again, avoiding the piercing as I roll it, nice and slow.
“The longer I was locked up, the less I cared how bad a friend I was for thinking about you like that. It was the only time I felt like I wasn’t going to lose myself. My imagination was never expansive, hellcat. Not until I started picturing you spread out just like this, wide-legged and limp, mine for the taking.”
A breath escapes her, tight and heavy. I keep my eyes away from hers, staring at the length of my tattooed forearm covering her stomach and the designs on the back of my hand as I pull on her rosy nipple instead. When I drop them back to where my mouth has parted over wet lace, I use my free hand to unhook my belt, my cock too hard to stay tucked behind it.
“I thought about what you looked like beneath your fucking Wranglers, how you tasted, the noises thatIwould pull from you instead of those I’d heard in videos that shouldn’t have existed. Every single picture of you that I created in my mind kept the ones of you and Ezra buried too deep to bother me. He may have made you come, Tilly, but he didn’t want your pleasure the way I do. The way I’ve fucking craved it for over a decade. By the time we’re done, neither of us will remember the past. Only the right now.”
I flatten my tongue and trace the shape of her through the lace. She presses into the bed, and I follow her movements, keeping her trapped beneath my mouth. I push forward on my knees, abandoning her pussy long enough to wrap my hand around her throat and then curl it behind her nape. She doesn’t fight me, allowing my hands to move her wherever I want.
“Watch me, Tilly. I want your eyes on my mouth when I taste you bare for the first time,” I demand, forcing her head off the mattress.
Our eyes lock, and I curl a finger inside her panties, tugging them aside. She lets her lips part, silence escaping them as she waits. Seconds pass, and then I palm the hot skin between her tits and seal my mouth over the slick pussy in front of me.
I run my tongue over her before digging it between the scorching flesh. Spread before me now, I retreat just far enough to stare. My cock throbs, hard enough to be painful as I lick another stripe through her glistening pussy and taste her again. She flutters, jackknifing up against my lips.
“Dreaming didn’t do you justice. I was so fucking far off reality,” I mutter.
My vision narrows on her expression now. There’s an insatiable need inside of me to watch her reaction to what I’m doing. I need to do a good job. It’s far beyond the desire to have answers to my questions. If I disappoint her, I could lose the opportunity to do this again.
That won’t fucking do.
She finally stops hiding her pleasure from me. I run my tongue over her clit, teasing her softly before pulling it into my mouth and sucking. My beard scrapes at her thighs, leaving streaks of red against the otherwise tan skin.
“Rowe,” she whines, tipping her head back, chin to the ceiling.
I strain my arm, reaching higher up her body to take that slender chin in my grip. Keeping my hold firm, I guide it back down, forcing her eyes back to mine. The arousal that swims within them has me biting back a curse.
Releasing her clit, I watch as her brows twitch, like she’s desperate to draw them together in frustration. I bite back a grin and lower my tongue to her opening, sliding it inside and wiggling.
“How much of this was your imagination?” she hisses, sliding a leg over my shoulder.
I spit onto her cunt, lowering my gaze to watch it drip down the swollen skin. “More than I’ll ever admit.”
“And how much is from practice?”
“Don’t be jealous, hellcat. It could have been you from the start.”
Before she has a chance to reply, I push three fingers into her mouth. She sputters at the sudden intrusion, eyes narrowing. I press down on her tongue, keeping whatever she’s about to spit at me trapped.
