Page 115 of The Strength Of A Woman

My damnation.

I’d kill for her. And I would die for her.

“Let’s do this the right way,” I murmur, pulling her shorts down on one side.

She lifts her hips up, and I manage to tug at the other side before she shimmies out of them and tosses them to the side.

Her dress falls back in place, although her tits are on display.

I don’t even know where to begin. I want to eat her out, suck on her tits, and push my hard on into her until her eyes roll back in her head and she passes out from pain and pleasure.

“Let me see you,” I say, gently riding her skirt up and moving my fingers over the apex of her thighs.

She can’t stop shaking.

Our eyes meet as I softly stroke her pussy with the back of my knuckles, with my fingers.

With my middle finger inside her again.

Nothing holds her back. No bad memory, no traumatic event. She rocks herself against my touch, her nipples pointing to the sky.

“How many times have you done this, Lani?” I ask, and she stops and looks at me as if afraid that I’m about to reprimand her.

I pull my finger out and slowly circle her clit. Her lips part as my way of distracting her works.

“Alone?”

“Whichever way.”

“Many times alone. Thinking about you,” she says, pressing her shoulders into the pillow and meeting the movement of my fingers with the rocking of her hips.

“You were thinking about me in that way?” I ask teasingly.

“All the time. I masturbated the night of my birthday party. That’s why I was late.”

I look down, enjoying the sight of my touch on her pussy.

“Open your legs for me.”

She stops rocking her body and has slightly more difficulty doing so.

“What about with other people?” I ask, my erection resting on her tight as I look at the opening between her legs.

I can’t help myself and pump my cock a couple of times.

Her legs suddenly shut close.

I look up, my hand still wrapped around my cock.

“Open them, baby. How many times?”

She looks away, and then back at me, her lips sealed.

“Let’s do this now,” I suggest, positioning myself between her legs so the tip of my erection presses against her entrance.

“You’re not afraid, are you?” I ask, checking her face.

She’s still not looking at me. I cover her body with mine and wrap my arm around her neck.