“Nothing is wrong. You just look good enough to eat.” He cups his hand over my vulva, making me gasp. His touch is warm and a lot softer than I was expecting for such a hard man.
My hips buck forward on instinct. The sensation is too good. I might not survive the night if this continues.
“You’re sensitive,” he murmurs, running his hand along my folds. I let out a soft sigh. “There it is. The sounds you make. I want to hear more of them.” He presses his fingers along my vulva until he finds that perfect spot.
A soft moan escapes me. “What was that?”
“Your clit.” He flicks it with his fingers, making a gush of arousal leave my body. “Your inner thighs are soaked with your wetness. Fuck, baby. You are… Fuck.”
“I’m what?” I gasp out. The things Will is doing to my body are too much. I can barely breathe.
“You’re sexy.”
“No one has ever told me that before.”
“Then all those people who never told you that are crazy. You’re so fucking sexy.” He presses down on my clit harder making me gasp. His touch is firm and isn’t showing me any mercy. I’m not sure how I’ll be able to handle all of this.
My hips rock into his hand. Will’s eyes darken as he presses his hand against me harder and harder. His large strong hand encompasses my entire vulva. Never have I felt this consumed by another person.
“Will,” I gasp out.
With his other hand, he pushes my shirt up, exposing my breasts to his gaze. He cups my left breast, running his thumb along my nipple. I arch into his touch. My brain knows we shouldn’t be doing this. Giving my body over to a hitman is only going to hurt me. But I can’t stop this. I don’t want to stop this.
Not when it feels so good.
“Your body is perfect,” he groans, which tells me he’s more affected by this than I realized. He might need this as much as I do.
“Will.”
His fingers move further down my vulva until they reach my entrance. He locks eyes with me right before he slides his finger inside of me. My body clenches down on his finger on instinct.
I gasp when he slides it further inside of me. “It hurts.”
“Your body will get adjusted. Just relax, Gianna. Relax, baby.” Slowly, he runs his finger in and out of me and after a moment,my body does as he instructs. That’s when it begins to feel amazing.
A flare of pleasure hits me as he moves his finger further into me. Never have I felt this full. It’s addicting.
While he moves his finger inside of me, his thumb finds my clit and plays with it. Will’s other hand is still around my breast, showering my nipple in attention.
“Will,” I cry out. “I can’t handle it.”
“It’s ok, baby. Just let go. You don’t have to be afraid.”
My hips buck into his hand as my back arches. I can’t stop the pleasure from consuming me. Can’t stop it from happening. Can’t stop my feelings for Will.
He presses down on my clit and that’s when a surge of pleasure washes over me. I moan softly as my orgasm hits me. I’ve read plenty of romance novels – away from the prying eyes of my aunt – to know what an orgasm is supposed to feel like and I know it in my bones that’s that what I experienced.
He slips his finger out of me and brings it to his lips. I blush as he inhales deeply. “You smell so fucking good. I need to taste you.” He lowers himself onto his knees on the ground before tugging my hips to the edge of the bed. I gasp when he parts my legs wider right before he plants his face between them.
His lips and tongue find my folds. I cry out when his tongue flicks my clit. It’s still sensitive from his hand.
“Will,” I say with uncertainty.
“Does it feel good?” He licks along my slit, making me moan.
“Yes,” I admit, dropping my head back and getting lost in the pleasure.
“Then let yourself feel.” He grips my thighs tightly before truly running his mouth along my pussy. His lips know exactly how to pleasure me. He suckles my nub, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My thighs stiffen and my inner walls clench down.
