Page 62 of Break Out the Girl

My hands act under their own volition, wrapping around her until her wet form is pressed up against mine. She arches slightly, pressing her pelvis into my thigh. I think it’s a completely unconscious act, but I’m not sure.

I’m not sure of anything apart from this girl. My hand skims down her hip as her own hands run over my buzzed scalp. I can feel her tight, hard nipples pressing against me and know if I’m not careful, my control is going to go out the window.

No. I won’t do that.

She’s more precious than anything. I want her first touches to be at a pace that keeps her secure.

Moving my hand between us, I palm her soapy, slippery breast, skimming my thumb over her nipples.

She pulls away from my mouth. “Oh, Gods, Tally.”

“I want to make you feel good, Rory. Let me make you feel good.”

“Yes.”

I look into her eyes and she repeats the word. “Yes.”

I run the tip of my finger down from her nipple, across her toned stomach, then trail it further, teasing the top of a triangle of fine golden hair. Her eyes flicker closed. I won’t demand she open them, look at me. This is for her and I want her to experience pleasure in whatever way feels best.

My other hand has traveled to her delicious ass, curved and high from a million pliés or whatever the fuck those ballet moves are. I skirt my fingers where the top of her thigh and ass meet, then cup the perfect globe, squeezing slightly, all the while teasing her sweet patch of hair, not moving any further down to the fucking paradise that awaits.

Her breathing is rapid, but not panicked. She squirms against me, not able to voice her desires, but showing me with her body. I lower my finger a little more and take one tiny dive into her folds.

Divine, silky fluids are soaking her. I drag the cream up through her lips, skimming her clit.

“TALLY!” I feel her whole pussy quiver. Fuck, she could come in two seconds. And while I want to drag this out forever, to never ever stop, I know it’s getting harder and harder not to rub my cock against her thigh, pleasuring myself as much as her.

Not today, Taliesin. Not today.

So instead, I dip my head, teasing her nipple with my tongue, then once again bring my finger into her folds. I don’t even try to dip into her tight entrance; I just focus entirely on the external heat, sliding my finger rhythmically against the side of her clit.

Sliding my finger against the side of her clit, she starts to shudder and her eyes fly open. “Oh, gods, oh gods.”

The flesh of her pussy swells, pulses then she calls out, arching her neck. As I feel a flood of hotness soak my fingers, it takes everything in me not to bite her exposed throat. Must be a wolf thing.

Do. Not. Bite.

My cock is painfully hard, but I keep her riding my fingers until the orgasm finally fades. She collapses into me, panting. “Fuck, I never, fuck…”

“You’re so fucking beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. More beautiful than I could even imagine.”

She smiles up at me, a little shyly. “You’ve imagined me? What did I look like?”

“Fuck, baby. I’ve imagined your perfect tits, your glorious pussy, and most of all, how you’d look when I made you fall apart.”

Even though her skin is flushed from the hot water, more pink stains her cheeks. I fucking love it. I turn the dials of the shower until the water dribbles to a stop, then open the door and grab a towel. “Here, let’s get you dry.”

As I hand the towel to her, her eyes drop to my dick, firmly jammed in my boxers waistband.

She bites her lip. “I know I’m not very experienced, but what about…” she nods her head downward.

“Don’t worry about me, Rory. This was all for you. Now come on, there have to be some more snuggly clothes in this place.”

Fifteen minutes later the two of us sit outside on the porch. Each of us is holding a mug of hot chocolate, a shared blanket over our knees as the porch swing gently rocks.

The chill of the coastal night is sharp, but the wool throw keeps us comfortably warm.

The invisible threads of our bond are humming stronger than ever.