I drew my knees closer, my head tilted back involuntarily. This was too intense to overlook.
His soft growl gave me the confidence I didn’t know I needed.
His arm tightened around me, making it hard for me to move. Yet, I tried. My hips stretched as I ground against him. It was terrific. His length rubbing against me felt so electrifying. The warmth was soothing, yet the thrill aroused me.
Broken breaths spilt out of me as my body felt hot from the exertion.
My cheeks flushed feverishly. Sweat beads formed on my forehead, and my hair turned dishevelled, trapped beneath his arm. Anticipation made me dig my fingers into his arm.
“I want you to leak all your wetness onto me,” he whispered huskily.“Make me dirty. Show me what no one could think you could do to me.”
His words intensified my arousal. As our eyes locked, a hungry look consumed his gaze. His lips were parted, huffing, and a moan escaped my lips as I suddenly felt a strong shudder run through my body.
A slight smile appeared on his face. My eyes squeezed shut, and my hips glided back and forth against his hardness in an intense urge to feel more of him. I collapsed like a sandcastle in his lap, and wetness leaked through my core like a river through a canal.
I dropped my head on his shoulder, panting, incapable of feeling anything else.
The shudders slowly subsided, and after regaining a rhythm in my breaths, I looked at him.
The pride in his eyes brought a timid smile to my lips.
He moved his hand down to my thighs, trying to slip inside, but I immediately clutched his wrist.
I shook my head, and he pulled his hand back only to guide my hand to my core.
The warm wetness made me feel hot, but I was mortified the moment he brought my hand close to his face and licked the tip of my fingers.
I drowned in the well of embarrassment, yet he wasn’t done. He took my fingers and licked them clean, his eyes piercing me with a searing look.
“You are incredibly sweet.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. A pointless reminder made me lower my gaze.
He had a sweet tooth.
I smiled, attempting to shift off his lap, but he drew me closer.
“My touch is so healthy for your skin,” he whispered, leaning to my ear.“You should make it your skincare routine.”
I swallowed hard, looking at him.
What on earth did I do?
The green colour suddenly became a symbol of evil for me—an evil that had just made me realise what he could do in a moment without even trying.
My stomach twisted.
“I should go.” I tried to move away, but he pulled me back closer, wrapping his arm around me and placing another on my head, drawing me into his warm embrace.
I hesitated initially, but closed my eyes, slowly giving in.
As he patted my head, tears welled in my eyes. It was overwhelming.
“Hey,” he murmured against my cheek, compelling me to look at him.“You didn’t do anything. It was me. I did everything,”
Yet, his words didn’t calm my restlessness.
I shook my head.
