I sort of want to beg him to touch me, but I’m panicking about the wetness. What if it’s weird?
“Deep breaths, angel.”
I’m trying, but I can’t think about anything except the pulsing and the need. And my soaked panties. “I’m wet,” I blurt out.
He kisses behind my ear. “I know.”
I breathe out a relieved breath. “Why?”
“Why are you wet? Because when you get aroused your pussy will lubricate itself. It’s supposed to happen, Little one.”
“I think I want you to touch me,” I murmur.
“I’m sure you do, but I’m not going to touch you like that right now.” He removes his hand.
I jerk my head up to look at him. “Why not?”
“Because I’ve pushed you too far today. You need time to process everything we discussed and think about it.”
“I don’t think I need to process. I need you to touch me,” I insist.
He smiles. “As much as it pains me to say this, I think you need to touch yourself. Explore your body. I get the feeling you’ve never masturbated.”
I shake my head, my cheeks heating further.
“Masturbation is a normal part of life. Now, don’t get me wrong. There might come a day when I forbid you to touch yourself, but only because waiting for me to give you permission to orgasm is fucking arousing in and of itself. But it would be wrong to tell you not to masturbate right now. Do you want to lock yourself in your room and explore, angel?”
I shake my head. “No. I want you to do it. I want you to show me how.” I grab his hand and bring it between my legs, spreading wide until his palm is pressed against my aching core. He called it my pussy. I’ve heard that word before. I always thought it was crude. But when Cannon uses it, he makes it sound sexy and normal.
Cannon’s jaw goes tight. “Jesus, Eloise… You’re so fucking hot and wet.”
“Make the ache go away,” I beg. There’s a need growing inside me. It’s getting bigger and bigger. I can’t fully grasp what I need, but I know I need something, and I want him to be the one to show me. “Please.”
I lean back in his arms until my head is resting on the armrest. I spread my legs wider and push my dress up. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I never imagined trusting someone enough to let them get near me, let alone touch me or see me naked.
I should be self-conscious. I’m underweight. I know it. Too skinny. But Cannon made it clear he doesn’t care what I weigh, so I’m not going to think about it now.
Feeling oddly bold, I bare my breasts to him.
“Jesus, Eloise…” His voice is gravelly. Sexy. His gaze is intense.
Suddenly, he grabs me around the waist and lifts me. For a moment, I panic, thinking he’s going to set me on my feet, turn me around, and order me to leave the room. A flash of the wrong kind of humiliation consumes me.
But that’s not what happens. Not even close. Holding me by the hips, he turns me so I’m facing him. “Straddle me, Little one.”
Gladly. I spread my legs and drop my knees on either side of his hips. He’s so much larger than me that my legs are forced wide. The moment my pussy presses against him, I moan and look down. His huge girth is resting against my pussy, and I can see the thick ridge of the top of it bulging inside his jeans.
Cannon whips my dress over my head, grabs my hips again, and lifts me until my breasts are level with his mouth.
My head drops back, and all the air leaves my lungs when he wraps his lips around my nipple and gently sucks.
Holy fuck.
Nothing in my life has ever felt this good. It’s the best sensation in the world. I latch onto his head, threading my fingers through his thick hair so I can hold on while he ravages me.
When he releases my nipple with a loud pop, I whimper, but I don’t need to worry. He drags his beard across my skin to treat the other nipple to the same delicious torment.
The wetness between my legs is more like a river now. Thank goodness he said it was normal for me to soak my panties. I’d be mortified by now if I hadn’t asked.
