He stops a few feet away from me, his gaze intent on my face, like he’s trying to read my mind—or maybe devour me.
“You afraid of me yet?”
There’s not enough air in my lungs for words. All I can do is shake my head.
I’m not afraid of him. I never have been.
Whatever he sees in my expression must satisfy him because he gives a terse nod, his gaze dropping to my hand, still pressed to my pussy, desperately trying to ease the ache he put there.
His gaze darkens as I move my fingers, one slow slide through my folds up to my clit.
“You liked watching me?”
Again, I can only nod.
“You like knowing how hard you make me? Knowing I couldn’t even be in the same building with you when you were naked? That I had to come out here and jerk off?”
I suck in another breath, nodding again.
He grabs my wrist, pulling my hand from my panties as he steps closer. “You think I’m going to let you come on your own fingers?” He brings my hand to his lips and sucks my fingers into his mouth. “That would be a damn waste.”
He takes a step closer to me and I back up a step. And then another until I feel the cottage wall at my back. He takes both my hands in his and pins them to the wall on either side of my head.
I’m not afraid of him. I’m not. But I am overwhelmed. By the rain falling around us and by the desire pulsing through me. By the undeniable strength of his hands on my wrists. By his strength and his size and his very presence.
Without taking his gaze from mine—like he’s trying to read every flicker of my emotions—he asks, “Whose pussy is this?”
Somehow, without knowing how, I know this is a test. If I fail, if I answer wrong, I’ll lose everything. Everything I’ve always needed and never knew I even wanted.
I swallow, praying I get this right.
“It’s yours.”
He gives a tight nod before lowering himself to his knees in front of me. He yanks my panties down my legs and then, in one simple motion, lifts me up, draping my legs over his shoulders.
My back is against the wall, my weight supported entirely by him, as he cradles my ass and spreads me wide. He gives a long slow lick from my core to my clit, and I nearly come from just that.
My head rocks back. “Oh, God.”
“Whose pussy is this?” he asks again, his mouth against my lips so that I feel the question against my clit.
“Yours,” I gasp again. “It’s yours.”
He circles my clit again with his tongue, before nipping at it with his teeth and laving it with the flat of his tongue. He pulls back just enough to look up at me.
I look down because I’m so close to coming, losing his touch is almost torture. My hips are bucking, my cunt practically begging him to touch it again.
He meets my gaze. “You on birth control?”
It takes a second for the question to even register. “What?”
“You on the pill? Or something else? Anything?”
“Yeah, but—” My questions end on a gasp as he slides a finger into my cunt.
Oh.
Ooohhh. Yes. His finger. It’s exactly what I needed. He pulls it out and then inserts two fingers into me, curving up, finding my G-spot as his mouth returns to my clit.
