Her grin deepens and her pupils blow wide, almost eclipsing the sparkles. “Then show me how wet you are, dove. Put those fingers between those pretty thighs and show me.”
Fuck. Why is every word out her mouth making my pussy throb more?
Detaching my fingers from her waist, I push them between my thighs. Immediately I’m met with my wetness and moans tumble from me. Swiping two fingers between my folds, I gather my slick before bringing them up between us for us both to see. My fingers glisten with my juices and all I can think about is how much better they’d look if they were covered inherinstead.
“Hmm good girl. You are wet. Taste yourself.” I hesitate a second too long for Tally’s liking, so she grabs my wrist and pushes my fingers towards my mouth. Stopping only to make sure she coats my lips before shoving them into my mouth. “Suck, Cyrus.”
And I do.
Sucking my fingers clean, imagining I was tasting her instead of myself. My eyes stay locked to hers the whole time and I see the exact moment she snaps.
She pulls my fingers from between my lips and dropsher mouth to mine, swallowing my moans as she kisses and tugs my hair. Her mouth is strong and sure, feasting on me like I’m her favourite meal. Yet her lips are soft and smooth, unbroken by cracks or dry. Her soft skin underneath me, warm and inviting. There’s no way I could resist her.
No matter how much I want to.
Letting my hands roam, I find her breasts, nipples already firm and waiting for me. She lets out a small cry as I tug one, swallowing her noises as if it’s the only meal I’ll have today.
Our kisses turn deeper, tongues tangling together as we taste one another.
Her free hand wraps around my throat angling me exactly where she wants me, taking full control of the moment. And I let her. With her shackling my hair and neck she doesn’t let me escape. Just takes and takes from my mouth whilst I give and give.
Once her nipple is sufficiently red from my ministrations, I guide my hand down further. Ready to see how wet she is for me. Taste her like she made me taste myself.
Just as my fingertips reach the thatch of hair above her pussy, she uses her grip on me and ridiculous strength to push me off her and onto my back. Her body following and with a quick flick of her leg she’s straddling my waist. Her fingers still locked in my hair, and palm tight around my throat.
“Oh, dove. Did I say you can touch me yet?”
I shake my head at the same time as saying, “No.”
Her eyes glint as her smirk grows wide. “I’m in control here, dove. Remember that.”
Her fingers tighten on my throat just enough to have me gasping for air. Then she pulls back, her touch leaving my body all together as she moves down the bed. Instantly my skin chills and a hollow ache forms in my gut from her absence. Somehow she’s already buried herself under my skin, and not having her touch constantly is enough to wreck me.
She taps each thigh with a sharp nail. “Spread these, hold them open for me.”
I do as she asks, wanting her touch back on me as soon as possible. Wrapping my hands around my thighs and pulling them open, showing her how wet my pussy is, as I drip down onto the bedspread for her.
She groans. Her eyes closing and head tilting back.
When her eyes lock back on mine they’re almost black with desire. There’s no longer any of that sparkle I noted earlier at all. They hold my gaze, distracting me from her movement until I feel the sting in my clit.
Did she just slap my pussy?
I can’t help the slight moan that falls from my lips as the pain turns into pleasure and this time I watch her as she brings her hand down onto my pussy. The sting is harsher this time and startling, making me yelp before the moan crests off my tongue.
“That’s for touching when I hadn’t given you the order to, dove.”
Fuck.
Chapter Sixteen
CYRUS
Tally’s smirk is dangerous. More dangerous than anything I’ve ever come across– and I’ve fought against criminals that would make people wet the bed.
Her heat leaves my body altogether as her eyes take a slow tour over my skin. Goosebumps rise where her gaze travels, a hot trail burning across me. When she finally makes it to my pussy, I leak even more. I would be embarrassed, but the way her eyes drink me in, her own thighs glossy with her need… I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed.
Finally her touch returns, her palms lightly tracing over the backs of my pulled up thighs. The touch is barely there, yet it doesn’t stop my skin from tingling and a shiver to work through me.
