He steps closer, only a hairsbreadth between us now, forcing me to crane my neck up to meet his eyes.
“But you wanna know what surprised me more?” In a flash, I’m in his arms, my legs around his waist as he lowers us down onto the sofa so I’m straddling his lap. “Iwantedto kiss you. I haven’t kissed anybody in over a decade. Never wanted to.” His eyes dip to my mouth, the pad of his thumb running over the bottom of my lip. “But I found myself wondering what your mouth tastes like and it scared me.”
All of the humiliation clawing at my insides and reddening my cheeks suddenly drains away as I stare into his eyes, finding only sincerity in them.
He brushes a loose strand of hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “I’m just sorry I left you thinking I didn’t want you because I do.Fuck, I want you so much, butterfly. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
He wants me too.
My chest swells.
“What I’m saying is, it had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me,” he continues.
“You don’t have to explain. I get it. It’s a boundary for you.” I bring my hand up, my fingers tracing the tattoo peeking out from beneath the collar of his shirt.
Leaning forward, I press my mouth to it, feeling his rapid heartbeat pulsing against my lips before pulling back to find him watching me intensely, his eyelids heavy with lust.
A mischievous smile plays on my lips as my fingers traveldown his body, toying with the waistband of his pants. “I guess I’ll just have to settle for kissing you in other places.”
Did I really just say that? Did that really just leave my mouth? Who am I?
“Is that right?” His eyes flare with desire. “That reminds me, butterfly. You still owe me that orgasm.”
A shiver ripples through my body as my mind returns to that night. To our phone call. To all the dirty things he promised to do to me.
With my heart thundering and my fingers trembling with both nerves and excitement, I reach down for the fly of his pants, but before I can work it open, his hands cover mine, stopping me from going further.
My eyes snap up to his. “But I thought…”
“No, butterfly. Not mine.Yours.”
It takes me a moment to process what he means but everything becomes perfectly clear when he tugs at the string at my waist, his fingertips teasing the waistband. “Can I touch you?”
My breath locks up in my throat and I nod, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on me.
He leans forward, the tip of his nose brushing my cheek, his beard tickling my skin.
“You wanna know what I’ve been thinking about since our phone call? Since we were so rudely interrupted by your dad?” His fingers slip further beneath the waistband, drifting lower and lower and my pulse spikes. “This,” he whispers as his finger brushes over my clit and I gasp, my body jerking from the contact.
He chuckles, dusting his finger over my clit again and I whimper. He’s barely even touching me and I’m already thisresponsive, what is it going to feel like when hereallytouches me?
“I’ve been aching to hear you moan for me again, just like you did that night.” He strokes my clit harder, rubbing circles with the pad of his finger, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shock waves of pleasure crashing through me.
My hips begin to move, seeking more friction against my swollen clit that throbs painfully. “More,” I moan, my head tipping back, my eyelids fluttering closed.
His hand slides lower, his fingers grazing my slit and he groans, the sound deep and guttural. “Fuck, butterfly, you’re soaked. This all for me?”
I find his eyes. “Only you.”
He teases my entrance before the tip of his finger dips inside me, sinking deeper and deeper, until he’s at the knuckle, his gaze never once leaving mine as he slowly works it inside me.
“You good?” he asks.
I nod.
He adds another finger and they begin to move, plunging back and forth inside me, the heel of his hand hitting my clit with every thrust, sending bolts of electricity coursing through my core.
He watches me intensely, like he doesn’t want to miss a single moment of the pleasure he’s giving me. Like he’s savouring it. He draws out every gasp and every moan with the languid strokes of his fingers. Enjoying watching me unravel for him.
