“Are you sure this is what you want?”
She nods eagerly, and I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear before getting down on both knees.
I already know what I’m looking to do between her legs, but a part of me hopes she’ll stop me. There’s no going back after this, and I pray it’s the same for her.
“I was starting to wonder when you’d properly propose.” Vivienne lays one leg over my shoulder and pulls me close. “You’re going to have to work extra hard for me now.”
I hook a finger in the waistband of her satin shorts and snap it back as a warning. She inhales sharply, leaning back against the mirror to look at me with a hunger in her eyes.
“Do you know what they say about greed?” I ask.
Vivienne meets my question with a pout of her lips. “No.”
“Greedy people never get what they want,” I answer the question on her behalf.
Her face falls flat, and I chuckle at the disappointment that riddles her expression.
“Lucky for you, I’m generous.”
My hands grab either side of her shorts before shuffling them off her hips. I leave a kiss in the middle of her heat when she’s finally bare to me. The breathy whispers she lets out are literal music to my ears, but it’s not enough—I want her chanting my name.
I run two fingers along her slit, taken aback by her moisture.
“I shouldn’t be surprised you’re this wet.” I repeat the movement, paying extra attention to that bundle of nerves. “Always knew you wanted me, even when you claimed to hate me.” It’s only when I push a finger inside her cunt that Vivienne grows louder.
“Nate,” she moans—a sound seemingly so familiar.
I add another finger, pumping in and out of her at a slow, torturous pace before I pick up the speed. Her knees grow weak, and her eyes close in ecstasy.
“So sensitive for me.” I make it three, pressing my thumb on her clit. Soon, my mouth takes over, sucking it while my fingers continue working her in and out.
I can feel it. This girl couldn’t be any closer. And as expected, she shatters, legs shaking from the orgasm as I lap her up.
Somehow, she already knows I’m not stopping at one.
“Nate, I can’t do this. I can’t take another,” Vivienne pleads.
“Good girls take what they’re given.”
She shudders at the words, while I go back to leaving a trail of kisses along the puffy lips of her pussy. My tongue draws in and out of her tight hole until she’s coming again, screaming my name.
I slap her cunt on my way up and press my lips to hers. She gasps in surprise before caving in.
“See how good you taste?” I drawl.
Vivienne’s hands make their way to the still-intact towel around my hips, but I swat them away, trapping them under mine on the bathroom counter.
I know what she’s looking to do, and for now, that’s completely off-limits. Tonight wasn’t about me. It was about her. Her pleasure. Her wants and needs. If she comes to regret what went down between us tomorrow morning, I’ll be able to live with myself knowing I haven’t taken advantage of her.
“What about you?” Vivienne pouts, trying to free her hands from my grasp.
I shake my head. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?” she whispers, looking down at the obvious tent beneath my towel.
I tilt her chin up until her gaze meets mine. “I’ll take care of it later. Let me clean you up first.”
I dampen a towel with warm water and settle myself back on my knees to wipe away our mess. With a quick tug, her shorts are back in place, and I give her one last kiss on the cheek before throwing her over my shoulder. Vivienne squeals in protest, but I ignore it as I march over to the bed and place her under the covers gently.
