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Her eyebrows furrow. “Who?”
“Who? Only your fucking boyfriend. Matt Fucking Deniver.” I run my hands through my hair, trying to push the demons back. My anger is beginning to resurface. “You dated him for the first three months of this year. You went to the Oscars with him. Rumors were you were going to marry him. Any of this ringing a bell?”
She waves her hand. “You shouldn’t listen to rumors. You know everything about Hollywood is a lie.”
“So he’s not your boyfriend?” I want to believe her so badly, but yet again, something doesn’t add up. Maybe Hollywood is having a laugh with us all and they aren’t ready to run down the aisle, but she didn’t know him at all. There was no recognition there, despite the hundreds of magazine covers they must have had to have been photographed so many times together.
“I barely knew him. I think I met him like three times.”
I gaze at her to see if there is any tell on her face. I feel like I’m going crazy and, once again, it’s Sin pushing me there. Every time I talk to her, nothing makes sense.
“I didn’t recognize his voice, because, unless you hadn’t noticed, it was really loud out there. I could barely hear myself think. We’re out on a boat, surrounded by people I don’t know. There’s nowhere for me to go. I take a few too many paces in the wrong direction and I’m in the water. That’s what I was thinking about, not getting hot and heavy with some guy I barely know.”
Relief washes over me. She’s mine. She always was. She’s not the same girl I met when we were both fifteen, but then again, I’m not the same guy. The desperate need to touch her is overwhelming. The others have touched her. I know they have, but neither of them has come close to claiming her. I’ve waited too long.
I kiss her, expecting her to push me away. When she doesn’t, I rip the mask away from her face. She can’t see me, but I need to be able to see her. She’s tense as I deepen the kiss, but she doesn’t resist. She’s uncertain as I part her lips with my tongue. Memories of kisses like this flood back to me. I’ve kissed Sin a million and one times, but this time I know where it’s leading. A surge of excitement sends a hot spark of electricity down to my cock, stiffening it. I pull back to get a good look at her, but she reaches out, grabbing my head to pull me back. Her fingers get caught in my hair, straining it at the roots. It’s such a fucking turn on, I could blow my load just standing here.
I won’t let that happen. I’ve waited too long for this to happen to treat it as though it’s my first time and I can’t control myself.
She kisses me. Desperate, savage almost. If nothing else happened between us, I could be happy at this, but the way she’s kissing me tells me that it wouldn’t be enough for her. Her hand is unsteady as she reaches round my neck and pulls me closer. Her kisses are almost clumsy in the way she explores my mouth, as though this is the first time we’ve kissed. The first time she’s kissed anyone. It’s another part of her game. She’s still keeping up the act. Whore, goddess, virgin. She’s an enigma waiting to be understood. She’s not a virgin. Even if what she says is true about Matt and all the other Hollywood men she’s been linked to, but I see no reason for her to say she’s never slept with Matt when she told me not ten minutes earlier that she’d lost her virginity to her father’s friend. I push back the anger that’s forming in my mind and harness it. She’s not a virgin, but I’ll play along. I’ll do anything. No more is she my prisoner. I’m all hers.
She gasps when I pull the dress over her head. She’s not wearing underwear. Nothing at all. My cock almost rams its own way from my pants as I take her in. She’s been teasing me all night, and I didn’t know it. I could have felt up her tiny micro-dress at any point and touched her pussy. She stands completely still, as though she knows I want to appraise her. To see every part of her. Those that were denied to me all those years back, and those that weren’t. I’m going to lick and kiss every damn part of her until she forgets whether she’s playing the whore or the virgin and only remembers one thing. Me. I want to push her back onto the bed and take her now, but we’ve both waited a long time for this. I pull my own clothes off until I’m as naked as she is. Her hands are wrapped around herself by the time I discard my pants. Covering up her nudity. Virgin. She inhales sharply as I reach out for her waist to pull her close, but when I do, she slams her body against mine, almost knocking me over with the force of it. Whore.
I grab her ass, pulling her close, squeezing my cock between us. She tenses up. Virgin.
I’m sick of playing her games. I don’t care anymore what she wants to be. I push her onto the bed. She yelps but straightens herself. Her legs are bent slightly, waiting for me to part them. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, her pert tits inviting my touch. Now that I have her, I don’t know what to do with her first. With any other girl, the choice is easy, but nothing about Sin has ever been easy. Her arms fall to the side, open. I kneel on the foot of the bed and part her legs. There’s no resistance as I run one hand down her inner thigh until she’s open for me. Her breathing comes quicker as I lean forward, elongating my body, missing her pussy until I’m all the way on top of her, holding up my weight with my hands.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur. I’m trapped between wanting to devour her and to make this last all night, savoring every inch of her. I kiss her again, lightly on her lips, and when she lifts her head to follow me, I pull back. Her eyes search for mine, only finding darkness. “I’m here.”
“I know,” she whispers back. I kiss her again, this time on the side of her mouth, before moving my lips to just under her earlobe and kissing her again. She lets out a low moan as I work my way down her neck.
My hand moves to the underside of one tit. It’s perfect, just like I remember. This was as far as I got with her as teenagers, feeling her tits under her shirt. It never occurred to me to want to taste her skin. I only thought of ramming my cock into her virgin pussy at the time. I can’t deny it’s not still on my mind. She lets out a gasp as I circle her nipple with my tongue. Her hips move beneath me, and I have no doubt that she’s already wet.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of doing this.”
Her breath stutters as I clamp down, ramming my point home. She bites her lip, and I wonder what’s going through her mind. She can’t see any of what I’m doing to her. She’s guided by touch alone. I can watch her reactions to my heart’s content, not inhibited by her asking me what I’m looking at. Her face crinkles as I purposefully run my hand down her stomach and wonder whether she’s ticklish or just apprehensive. When my fingers find her clit, the tension in her features drops and her mouth falls slack. Her body starts to tremble with each move I make as I draw my fingers up and down her wet slit, then paying attention to her swollen clit. She’s so ready for me, it takes almost no pressure at all to draw out small moans from her. I wasn’t planning on letting her come from just my fingers, but I’m transfixed by her complete lack of inhibition. Her reactions are stronger, her face more scrunched up as her body quakes.
“Josh!” she cries out as her legs clamp together, trapping my arm between them. I keep rubbing as she buckles beneath me. It’s a fucking beautiful sight to behold, but it’s not enough. I don’t want her to just come. I want her to completely fall apart. Wrenching her legs apart and freeing my trapped arm, I move swiftly down and lick up her juices, thrusting my tongue inside her, fucking her with my tongue. She cries out, bending her body up and reaching for my head.
“Lie back and enjoy this, Sin. You’ve waited long enough.” She does as I say, but her hands come to rest on my head. I should have tied my hair back, but she grabs fistfuls of it, pulling me back, then forward. I’ve never had a girl guide me like this. The word whore drifts through my mind again, but this time I ignore it. She’s neither a virgin nor a whore. She’s just a girl, my girl. I lick up her slit and begin to lap at her hot clit. Her moans increase and her hips buck up as she pushes my head deeper between her legs. She’s on fire. My cock has never been so hard. So driven. When I think she’s on the cusp of coming again, I pull back, fighting the push of her hands in my hair.
“Please!” she cries out.
I position my cock at her entrance. She’s dripping wet thanks to my ministrations.
“Please what?” She doesn’t respond. Her face is red. It’s the most color I’ve seen in her cheeks since we took her. “Please what, Sin?”
“I don’t know!”
I thrust my cock into her, making her cry out. “Is this what you want?”
Her face is red, her eyes clamped shut, a look of pain on them. Fuck. I went in too hard. Too fast. I pull back and she relaxes slightly. She’s so fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt her. Not anymore. “Relax.”
“I can’t.” Tears are swelling in the corner of her eyes and I panic that in my rush to know what her pussy felt like, I bruised her somehow. She wanted this. There was no fight in her, and yet her resistance now is confusing. My cock is pulsing so hard it’s hard to ignore.
“I’ll go slower.”
She blinks away the tears and nods slightly. This time when I push into her warm wetness, she doesn’t cry out, though her face is still pained. She doesn’t even try to hide it.
