Page 99 of Worth Loving You

He tipped to the other side, raking his sight along me. “Since you’re brand new to sex, I’m going to have to say no, you’ve never experienced that.” His focus returning to mine, he lowered his voice even more. “You want to feel that?”

Yes.

“N-No,” I managed to breathe, but I know I didn’t sound convincing. I was trembling, my nipples so fucking hard, and I was already wet.

“You know what I bet you’d like? If I slowly ran my dick up and down your silky wet slit, each piercing rubbing that clit until you came.”

I whimpered, my brows arching. Why yes, yes, I do believe I would like that. I was regretting not touching him better in the subway, for I was insanely curious right now.

“I could put you on your hands and knees and fuck you from behind, so they rub your g-spot. You want that? My fat cock stretching that pussy wide while the cool steel hits the spot over and over. You want that, kitten?”

My fingers relaxed, all the berries spilling to the floor as a long, drawn out moan escaped my throat.

Wyatt grinned and dropped to a knee, pushing the table aside to collect the fruit. Stretching to get one that rolled beneath the sofa, he stilled, his cheek next to my knee. Gradually, he tilted his head to stare up at me.

My heart was pounding in my ears, and I was inhaling more than exhaling. Every single nerve tickled with electricity, a yearning brewing for something I’d never had, something taboo and wrong. The hangover completely forgotten, I stared down at him with bated breath, secretly longing for him to touch me.

Holding my stare, he craned his neck slightly and kissed the inside of my knee.

I gasped and tensed, my brain ordering me to tell him to stop. My body was screaming for more. When I said nothing, his lids closed, his tongue pressing to my skin as he pulled his lips for another taunting kiss.

“Mm!”

His lashes lifted and my heart exploded, seeing a need shining at me like fire. This was what I was talking about the night before. He didn’t just want to fuck me and use me, he had a need that seemed to match my own.

This was wrong, though. I was in love with Milo.

How many women had he slept with since we got together? How many times did he sleep with Jennifer while I was in the next room, unsuspecting?

I’d been with one man my whole life and he had been with multiple women just this month. What harm was I doing? If anything, this was good. I could get the urgency out of my system, the curiosity of what it would be like to be with someone else. Once I had this obsession taken care of, I could focus on Milo and our future, knowing I wasn’t missing anything.

Hesitantly, my thighs parted. The berries hit the floor again, his palms pressing to the insides, his lips exploring. This was okay. This was fine. Milo had had his multiple affairs, I was going to have this one. I just wanted to know what it was like being with someone else. Just this one time.

Any of my insecurities were completely forgotten as he untied the sash of my robe and parted the silky material. His eyes gleamed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. When he seemed to be paying too much attention to the stretchmarks, I felt that old tinge of pain, that unworthiness.

He groaned, bending over to kiss my stomach, his palms kneading my flesh.

I gasped and arched, the haze of lust taking over my sensations.

He was licking everywhere, touching just as eagerly. “You’re so soft,” he whispered, pulling a nipple into his mouth.

“Ahmm!” I arched toward him, folding my arms over my face. “Mm.”

He wouldn’t stay focused on one spot for more than a few seconds, always moving to touch, explore, taste another. “Oh my god, you smell so good, kitten,” he groaned, circling his face in front of my crotch without making contact.

He sat up, resting on his knees. Taking my ankles, he pushed my legs as far apart as they’d go and wedged my heels on the edge of the sofa. His stare bearing into my eyes as if he could see my soul, he picked up a honey covered banana slice and smashed it into my pussy.

Startled at the sensation, I choked on an inhale. My head threw back with a moan, his fingers crushing the fruit into a mush and smearing it around.

“Oh, mm.”

“You know what I like most about you, kitten?”

I loved how gravelly and raspy his voice was when he was turned on. It was hypnotic, spinning a web around me.

“You are so fucking sexy, and you have no clue.”

Getting another piece of banana, two of his fingers pushed it inside me, smearing it around.