“I didn’t want to,” I say as I slide my hand up her stomach, my thumb brushing her breast.
“Doesn’t matter, you still did. You leaving . . . it was painful. The only reason I’m still here is because of Runa, who never left my side. Because she took care of me every fucking second you were gone.” My thumb swipes at her breasts, and she rolls backward an inch, giving me better access.
“Every second I was gone, I thought of you,” I say, my thumb inching to her nipple.
“I don’t want to hear that,” she says as her chest rises.
“Then what do you want?” I ask her, sliding my hand down her stomach right above her pussy. I linger my fingers there, slowly dragging them from one hipbone to the other. She wiggles beneath me, the friction she’s creating rubbing against my hardening cock.
“Nothing from you.”
“Lying again,” I say as I move my finger to her slit where I toy with her, dipping lower.
Her legs spread, and I feel the first touch of her arousal.
Satisfied, I say, “If you want nothing from me, then why are you wet?”
Her head presses against my shoulder, her fingers curl into my thighs, and her pelvis tilts up just enough for my finger to slide deeper.
“Fuck,” she whispers as she pulls her hips back, then lifts them again, my finger sliding farther this time.
With my other hand, I drag my fingers up her stomach, to her breast where I circle her areola.
“God,” she cries out in frustration. “I hate you for making me want this.”
“Then tell me to stop,” I say as her hips move again, and my finger rubs along her clit.
Warm and wet. Fuck me I want to bury my face between her legs.
I still want her more than fucking anything. I never deserved her, I know that, but fuck, I want her. I hate that I hurt her. I hate it.And it feels too late to tell her the truth. She’s made up her mind about me now.
“I . . . want . . . to.” She breathes out heavily, and I take that moment to solidify what she actually wants. I cup her breast, my mind turning murky with confusion as I’m transported back into a time where she was mine. Where her body belonged to me, and I could do anything I wanted and she loved it.
I squeeze her breast, letting my thumb roll over her nipple and getting lost in the feel of her rocking against me, her body rubbing against my strained cock, her wet cunt begging for more.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her breathing picking up.
Her legs fall apart and her eyes stare up at me, desperation clouding her pupils. I know that I can’t fucking deny her what she wants, not when she looks at me like that, not when I want to claim her, show her why we were so good together. Why she trusted me in the first place.
I remove my hand from her pussy and adjust the pillow behind me so I’m more comfortable, but from my release, she tenses beneath me, then says, “Goddammit, Keller, don’t taunt me.”
“Taunt you?” I ask as I kick her legs apart with mine, making her curl them around my shins. Then I take her hand and move it right over her pussy. “Is this taunting you?” I lower my mouth right to her ear and whisper, “Finger yourself.”
She lets out a long, drawn-out “fuck” right before she slides her finger along her clit, my mouth watering with jealousy.
Taunt her, no, that’s not what I’d do.
Show her what she’s been missing in her life, what she’d never get with Evan, now that’s a different story.
I run my fingers up her stomach, watching her skin light up with goosebumps, and cup her breasts gently, just enough to show her my intentions, but not enough to give her what she wants.
Her head tilts back against my shoulder, her hair rubbing against my chest, her pleasure already starting to make her lose control, to drop the facade and just enjoy. With satisfaction, I watch her every move, from the way her finger moves over her clit, to the rise and fall of her chest, to her mouth parting open as I twist her nipple piercings.
“Yes,” she whispers, her response exactly what I want.
“Smooth one finger over your clit,” I say. “Slowly.”
She wets her lips, then I watch carefully as her finger disappears between her legs and, at a snail’s pace, runs along her clit piercing that I’ve spent many hours licking.
