“Such a good girl. So wet.”
Hendrix presses the palm of one hand against the ache between my legs, and it feels glorious. I gasp as he raises his other hand to push his thumb past my lips.
“Suck.”
This time there’s a bite of command in his word but it was unnecessary, I already had an inkling of what he was going to do. Eagerness has me wrapping both my hands around his fist as I suck on his thumb.
“I remember every word you spoke that day. You were being so fucking sweet, and I threw it back in your face. I promise you I won’t betray you like that again, and I wish I had that time back because I wouldn’t have screwed up. I’m sorry. I want you to know that, and I want you to understand I will take the chance on being with you even if we only have a day. You are the one in command here. Well maybe not right now, but I know you understand what I’m saying.”
With his hand on my hip, he pulls me to the vanity to the very edge of it, and then he squats. With the grind of his palm over my panties, I flood the bathroom with my scent.
Which is incredibly liberating, considering my harrowing past. Maybe my dreams are coming true.
Hendrix waits until he has my full attention, and as soon as he has it, he ruins me some more. “Now, if it’s okay with you, my mouth is going on your pussy and hopefully soon, your come will gloss my lips.”
I agree before he finishes speaking. Hendrix is tender in the way he pushes my dress up, rolling it so it sits on my waist, giving us both a clear view of the wet spot on my pale pink panties.
He takes a deep inhale of my scent. It’s so heated it’s like a batch of cookies straight from the oven. And his reaction, the deep hum rushing past his parted lips, makes me feel as good as his touch does.
Leaning up for a quick exchange, he slides his thumb from my mouth, replacing it with his tongue as he helps me pull my panties down. With a swift motion, they vanish into his pocket. Before I can process the shift, he moves—from standing in front of me to kneeling at my feet.
“It is a privilege to be on my knees for you, baby. A fitting way for us to start our infidelity.”
I don’t get the chance to answer because he robs me ofany coherent thought when he kisses my inner thighs in a torturously slow path to my swollen pussy.
His eyes are on mine, and they are so vibrant green they’re sparkling like emeralds in the sun as he wraps his lips around my aching clit, pulling it into his mouth hard enough to make me see stars. Big, gold, glittering stars.
Hendrix doesn’t stop until I see a whole cosmos of stars.
He ruins me with soft licks before swirling his tongue around my clit. I nearly come, but he climbs to his feet and presses his mouth to mine, and I’m half embarrassed but also incredibly turned on by the fact his face is wet from my pleasure.
“Will you let me taste your come,” he whispers, his fingers spreading my pussy apart. I’m horrified at how open I am, and Hendrix stops kissing me, looking for answers.
I forbid you.
“You know, I’ve never tasted better pussy,” Hendrix says. The way he says it though, with such conviction, and with his unvetted desire burning bright in his eyes, it’s like he talks over the top of a ghostly memory of Brody. “And every chance I get, I will be tasting it, because it’s a part of you. A rather tasty part, but you’re all mine. When we’re together, Simona, it’s only us. No one else, do you understand me?”
He spreads my legs further apart before he glides his fingers soft like fluttering butterflies over the outside of my pussy. His fingers tease around my clit, and I tremble for more.
“Tell me all of you is mine.”
I forbid you.
I slam my eyes shut at the intrusion, hating how Brody found me here, but when they shut all I see is him, so they fly back open. I don’t come face to face with a ghost, instead Hendrix is there—his dark hair pushed off his face, his greeneyes so vibrant and full of life, and he waits looking ready to take on the world.
I can only see, scent, and feel him, there’s no awful memories holding me back. Hendrix’s strength and dominance shimmers in the space we share, and he sees me properly. He notices my hesitation, but he doesn’t become pushy in his designation, instead all I feel is a warming tenderness, his form of encouragement,as he waits for me to answer. The answer was always there. I just needed the confidence to say the words out loud. “It’s yours.”
“What is?” He pushes, his fingers gliding through the slippery mess while his eyes stare into mine in full Alpha challenge.
“Every part of me.” I exhale.
“I know. It makes me very happy you know that,” he whispers against my mouth before he lowers to his knees and uses his hands to push my thighs as wide as they will go. I lean forward and watch him eat me out again. It is so damn dirty, but I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
My hands run through his hair and as he hums appreciatively, licking me enthusiastically like I’m frosting on his favourite flavoured cupcake. Physically, pleasure rumbles through me, but more memorable is the confidence, the assurance, the credibility of knowing Hendrix is someone I can trust not only with my body, but my heart.
I soak his face. Coming for the first time in a very, very long time.
But once is not enough—for either of us. Hendrix slows down the speed but dials up the intensity. Desire trickles through me and the promise of another equally poetic and star filled release has me boldly chasing the same sweeping high on his talented mouth. Deep inside my body, a part of me coils in an aching need, and the intensity of it continues growing.
