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“You’re here.” He looks relieved. Like he was sure I wouldn’t be.
“It’s tomorrow.” My nerves fade away, nothing but certainty left in their place. Walking toward him, I stop at the foot of the bed, gaze shamelessly roving over his bare chest before dipping lower to graze against the hard jut of his cock, pushing through the sheet that covers it before I aim it upward on a smirk. “Morning wood?”
“Nope.” Dark hooded gaze, hooked into mine, Went lifts himself onto his knees. Tugging the sheet lower, it slides down the length of his cock before he drops it altogether, exposing himself completely. He’s big. So big I feel a faint fluttering of panic. Every inch of him so hard, I can barely breathe. The skin stretched so tight it looks like it might hurt. Still watching me, his hand comes up and wraps around the base of his shaft before sliding up, giving himself a slow, tight stroke while something clear and milky begins to leak steadily from its tip. Squeezing himself, Went slides his fist back down the thick length of his cock, his black, feral eyes never leaving mine. “This is what happens to me when you’re within fucking distance, Sunshine.”
Ohmygod…
Licking my lips, I take another half step toward the bed, knees bumping against the footboard. “Went...”
Lowering himself to the bed again, Went crawls toward me, the slow, lazy roll of his shoulders building a fluttering heat deep in my belly. Inches away from me, Went stops and lifts himself onto his knees again to tower over me, the head of his stiff cock grazing against the base of my sternum. Reaching for me he slides rough fingers into my hair and pulls, angling my gaze up to meet his before he speaks.
“Anything.” Devil black eyes blazing down at me, he lifts his other hand to wrap it around my throat, the pad of his thumb pressing and stroking against the heavy drum of my pulse. Lowering himself over me, Went brushes his lips against mine in a soft, teasing kiss that nearly puts me on my knees before he says it again.
“Anything.”
He whispers it against my mouth, his meaning clear.
He’ll give me anything.
Anything I want.
As long as I’m brave enough to ask for it.
“Make me come.”
“Thank fucking Christ,” he groans before shifting his grip on me. Hands fitted around my biceps, Went lifts me and turns, practically flinging me onto the bed behind him. Before I can blink, my legs are spread wide and he’s keeling between them. Hands hooked into the waistband of my jeans, he pauses, dark gaze nailed to mine, like he’s waiting for permission.
Staring up at him, the nerves I thought were buried start to jangle but I ignore them.
I don’t just want this.
I need this.
Nodding my head against the pillow, I’m rewarded by a deep throated groan while his hands start to move again, tearing my jeans open before jerking them down the length of my legs and throwing them aside. From one breath to the next, my shirt and bra are gone and I’m suddenly as naked as he is.
Nerves aren’t just jangling now. They’re screaming. Twisting my guts. I brace myself to accept his weight. The unceremonious invasion of Went shoving himself inside me while I lay here and wait for it to end—but that’s not what happens.
Still kneeling between my legs, Went doesn’t move. He just looks at me. Let’s his dark gaze roam over every inch of me. Let’s it linger on my stiff, aching nipples. Glide down the length of my torso. Across the soft curve of my belly before dipping lower to graze along the seam of my exposed pussy until my apprehension starts to fade again. Lifting his hands, Went grips the inside of my thighs before skimming his thumbs up the center of me, from the bottom of my cleft to its top, applying just enough pressure to pull a stuttering gasp up the length of my throat. “Well, whaddya know…” He flicks a look that can only be described as wicked at me through his lashes while he strokes the pad of his thumb along my aching, wet slit. “Your pussy is pretty and pink.”
“Went…” I squirm against the grip he has on me, nearly coming off the bed when he does it again, this time brushing the pad of his thumb against my clit.
“Hmmm….” He does it again, this time the thumb teasing my entrance pushing deeper while the other teases my clit with slow lazy circles that have me instinctively lifting my hips off the bed, pressing myself into the grip of his hands.
“Are you—” I gasp again when his fingers dig into my hips and his thumb slips inside me just a little bit deeper. “What are you waiting for?”
“I’m waiting on you, Sunshine…” He drags the thumb he had buried inside me up the length of my swollen slit. “If you want me to make you come…” Pulling it from between my thighs, I can see how wet it is. So wet I feel my cheeks grow hot. Breath ragged in my lungs, I watch while he lifts it to his mouth and slips it inside, tongue swirling against the pad of it while he sucks it clean. When my taste hits his tongue, Went’s lids slip to half-mast over his dark gaze and his cock jerks, the head of it brushing against the inside of my thigh. Pulling his thumb free, Went traces the tip of his tongue along his lower lip like he’s chasing the taste of me. “You’re going to have to tell me how.”
FORTY-SIX
Wentworth
When I say it, I feel her entire body go tense. The hips that were working themselves against my grip go still. Her expression tightening with anxiety.
Slamming a lid down on all the things I wish I was doing to her right now, I force myself to focus on her because something happened. I did something. Said something that threw her off.
“Kait…” I say her name as gently as I can, loosening my grip on her so she doesn’t feel trapped. So she can get away from me if she wants to. “Tell me what I did.” When all she does is stare up at me, mouth slightly open like she’s franticly scrambling to find her words so she can shove them out, I try again. “It’s okay. Just tell me what’s wrong. Tell me—”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head, anxiety melting away under the heat of embarrassment. “You didn’t do anything. It’s me. I don’t…” She shakes her head. Tries to look away but I don’t let her. Won’t let her, until she talks to me. Tells me what’s wrong.