Page 28 of Forever After Fall

There’s still a smattering of droplets and goose bumps that rise with the loss of warmth from the cotton dress. The fucking dress that feels like it should be a torture device for how well it follows every curve of her body.

She stops when she brings the hem high enough that she can slide her hand underneath, and I can just see the smallest glimpse of her panties visible from the sidelong view I have.

“Look how fucking pretty you are,” I whisper against her temple. Her free hand is curled around my forearm, using it like an anchor for purchase in this storm.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” She closes her eyes as soon as she offers herself up to me, and the soft sound of her voice curls down my spine and has me going hard already.

I’ll be lucky to survive this. At least the soaking from the rain will cover the sin if it comes to that.

“I want you to finish what I couldn’t at the wedding.” I swallow hard at the thought of her in that dark room again. “Slip your fingers under your panties and tell me how wet you are.”

She follows my instructions, dipping her fingers under the hem at first, and then slipping them under the waistband. Her lips part, and she lets out a soft gasp when she brushes past her clit.

“Oh fuck. I’m wet already,” she admits on an exhale. Another draw of her breath, and her fingers move in a slow circle under the fabric.

“But you could be wetter?” I ask.

“Yes. If you talk to me. I love listening to you talk.” She slides her panties midway down her thighs and settles against me again. The admission makes my stomach dip like I’m hurtling down a rollercoaster. The view has my mouth going dry for a taste of her as I watch her fingers swirling through her wetness.

“I can do that. We need you soaked so we can make a mess of his seats.”

“You have a vengeful streak.”

“You don’t like that?”

“Just didn’t expect it,” she admits.

“You know me pretty well. But there are a few things you don’t,” I confess.

“I’m learning that much.” She rolls her lips between her teeth, and her hips lift ever so slightly with the next pass of her fingers like she’s desperate for more friction. A soft whimper follows, and her fingers tighten on my forearm.

“That feel good? Helping take the edge off the day?”

“It’d feel better if I could make him watch me ruin his perfect fucking truck. Just too bad he isn’t here to see all his fears come true.” She grins.

“I like you vengeful, darlin’.” Frankly, I’d love for her to take her vengeance out on me. I’d do everything for her that man wouldn’t.

I’m hard as fuck now, my dick straining against the zipper of my jeans as she takes stuttered breaths that echo against the quiet cabin of the truck. She’s fucking beautiful like this, taking what she wants and letting me watch her. I’m mesmerized by it.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she whispers, suddenly self-conscious.

“Enjoying this too much. Listening to you. All I got right now is dirty-as-fuck thoughts.”

“Tell me one.”

“I want to know what you taste like,” I confess as I watch her start to fuck herself with her fingers. Each slide of them makes them wetter and wetter, and I’m practically salivating to lick them clean. “Been thinking about it since the wedding.”

There’s a muted moan in response, and then she flutters her lashes and leans back into my lap. She looks up at me from her new position and smiles, holding her wet fingers up for me. But when I lean forward to lick them, she holds them back.

“A taste for a taste. You take this, I get the same in return.”

“It’s yours.” I nod down at her, and she brings her middle finger back to my lips, grinning at the way she presses it to the center of my bottom lip.

I take one slow, long lick of her finger, grabbing her wrist when she goes to pull it back. She tastes like heaven. Like I could have her again and again and never get tired of it. She adds her index finger to the offering, and I take it into my mouth, too, sucking and licking. She writhes against my lap, brushing over my thighs and my dick as she moves. It’s a sweet kind of torment.

I lick them clean, drawing my tongue down every line of her fingers and taking my time over the stretched bit of flesh between them, teasing it the same way I’d love to tease her clit. Her eyes light at the sensation, and her hips cant upward again.

“You like that?” I ask, unable to help myself. Knowing I can tease Bristol in this way is a fresh revelation. Her eyes pop up again, as if I’ve woken her from her thoughts.