My eyes flicker open obediently. His storm-gray gaze is so intense it steals my breath away as he pushes his hand inside my pants and his fingers find me without any panties on.
“Fuck,” he growls. “If I had known, I would never have waited so long,” he says hoarsely as his fingers brush over my honey-slick skin. I’m drenched. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before, and as he slides his fingers between my pussy lips and pushes them slowly inside me, I can barely breathe or think about anything other than his body holding me close and his fingers inside me.
He doesn’t move fast. Everything is slow. Everything is a gentle tease.
From a man as brutal as him, as dangerous, as monstrous.
His touch is tantric and has my vision blurred.
“Open your legs wider,” he demands, and I obey.
With his fingers inside me, he uses his thumb to draw circles over my clit. My pussy is so swollen with desire that I’m already on the verge of completely losing my mind.
He groans in his own pleasure, purely at the sight and feel of my body.
The thought flickers through my mind.His cock thrusting into me. Pushing my pussy wide open as fucks me deep and slow.
His fingers push deeper, and I cry out as my pussy tightens over them, muscles convulsing and twitching.
“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” he growls.
His words are my undoing.
His thumb flicks across my clit, still moving slowly, still tantric and teasing, but it’s too much to bear and sends me falling right over the edge.
My fingers dig into his skin, my lips parting as I fight for breath. The orgasm steals every piece of me for a moment. He keeps his rhythm steady and even until my body stops convulsing in his hands.
I’m in disbelief when I can finally think clearly again. He pulls his hand out of my pants and leans down to kiss me. His lips softly brush over mine as he shifts against me. My heart stammers, fluttering, moving inside me as though welcoming him in.
Into my heart.
Panic surges.
I sit up and bump my head against his.
He chuckles, finding it amusing.
But panic is still surging through me.
He notices the wildness in my eyes and moves a bit more to give me space.
“Are you okay?” he asks gently, with more care than I want to hear in his voice.
“I…” I stammer. “I should go to bed. I shouldn’t have…I need to….”
He moves way again to give me all the space I need, and with my cheeks burning, I scamper to my feet, grab my iPad and run from the room.
I can’t believe that just happened. The physical thing…yes, okay, that was a long time coming, and I never claimed I wasn’t attracted to him—but my heart? What the hell is going on with my emotions?
Up in my room, I close my door and lean against it, waiting for my heart to slow down.
What in the world is going on with me?
***
Over the next few days, I have to be doing something every minute of the day. The moment I stop and my thoughts go quiet, I start thinking about him again. Not only about spreading my legs as I lie on my back and watching as he hovers over me and positions his cock just before he thrusts forward and penetrates deep into me….no. Not just that.
Although I tend to think about thata lot.
