Page 55 of Between Never and Forever

I dipped a finger into the dress that was bunched at her waist to pull her close so she could feel what she did to me. “You wear underwear with this flimsy of a dress?”

“Check and see.” Her breath came faster now. She was pouring gasoline on my already brittle and dry reserves, goading me. It was like she lit and threw the match.

“Knowing you, probably not.” I bunched up the fabric and saw I was right. Her pussy was bare and dripping arousal down her thigh. “Kee, you can’t even be a good fiancée for our very first week together?”

Chastising her was like stoking the flames that were already burning. She whispered out, “I don’t want to be good.”

I already knew that about her. She wanted to be free, and being free didn’t consider good or bad. Being free meant you weren’t worrying about any of the moralities.

I brushed my finger over her sex and told her, “This is my bedroom.”

“You sure?” She shook her head. “It’s filled with all my things. It’s mine.”

“How do you intend to live in harmony with me if you can’t take one step in the right direction away from taunting me?”

“You need a little disruption in your perfect life anyway.” She whimpered and bucked her hips over my hand while I worked her slow. This wasn’t a gift of pleasure to her. She’d learn that pleasure could be pain, could be frustrating, could be downright infuriating.

Her pussy coated my knuckles as I rubbed them slowly over her clit then over her entrance, not giving her what she wanted. “You being in my home is disruption enough. You being here, drunk, begging for me is pushing the limit of what I’m capable of enduring.”

“It’s what you wanted. You asked me to live here. Demanded it.”

“I don’t want you here. Ineedyou here. There’s a difference.”

“What’s the difference, then? What do you need me for?”

“So I can get you out of my system forever once and for all.” I only answered one question but not the other. Then, I pulled my hand away and said, “Take your dress off.”

“But you’re fully clothed still,” she pouted.

“Baby, I’m making you feel good right now. I don’t need my clothes off for it.”

She glanced at my cock. “How is that helping you work out your need for me? Don’t you want to screw until you’ve had enough of me?”

“I fucked the virginity out of you already, heartbreaker. Now, I want to hear you scream my name over and over. It turns me on. Take your dress off and lie on the bed.”

First, she licked her lips and stared at me as she slipped the dress off. Then, she murmured, “You take your shirt off too?”

She’d tried last time to take my shirt off, but I’d avoided it. I hid what I knew she’d understand on my ribs from her now too. I’d told myself I’d get the tattoo redone over the years but never was able to bring myself to. I shook my head at her and said, “Get on the bed, first.”

When she listened and scooted onto the bed slowly, I barely restrained myself from unbuckling my pants to fuck her sideways. “Hands against the headboard, babe.”

“For what?”

“Brace for what it’s going to feel like to have me between your legs. The man you left behind.”

“Dex—”

I stepped over to the bottom of the bed and pushed her legs apart to see her pussy glistening, pink and swollen for me. “Make sure when I make you come, you yell your fiancé's name. Loud.”

I didn’t wait for her to tell me she would. I was confident enough to know that our bodies worked well together. She’d scream for me and only me. I tasted the salty-sweet mix of her arousal and groaned into her pussy. I loved how she shuddered, how her legs instantly clamped around my ears like she was going to hold me hostage all night.

I sucked on her clit and felt how it swelled in my mouth as she got closer and closer to coming undone. Even still, she kept her hands above her, pushing against the large wood posts of the headboard. I’d wanted a solid bed, one that could withstand the force of passion, and it had done well so far.

I had a feeling, though, these six months would put it to the test because Kee didn’t just enjoy this, I could see she would crave it. I could tell in the way she leveraged against the headboard to push her sex down harder against my tongue. I loved hearing how wet she was as I lapped roughly at the most sensitive part of her. I gripped her ass cheeks and thrust my tongue in. I wanted to taste the parts of her no one else had. I wanted to live in the space no one else got to. I came up for air just to say, “This pussy is only going to want, isn’t it?”

Her eyes were wild as she opened them in fury that I’d stopped. “Whatever, Dex. Just, please.”

“Say it.”