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I’d expected him to pull me down into his lap so I was straddling him like we’d done in his back seat, but instead he shifted back on the bed and widened his legs, making room for me.
“Turn around,” he said. “Put your back to me.”
I hated being controlled, and yet I liked it a lot when he told me what to do. It just felt easier. Natural. Right. Plus, I wasn’t as worried about doing something dumb or awkward.
I turned and sat in the space he’d created, and when my gaze went forward, I found his in the mirror. My heart stopped at the sight of us. I understood why he was apprehensive about us dating, but couldn’t he see how good we looked together?
My eyelids went heavy as he leaned in and set his damp, warm mouth on my shoulder, just beside the thin strap that was looped into a bow there. While his gentle kisses marched across my skin, his hands grasped my waist.
“How bad,” he said in a hush, “does the good girl want to be tonight?”
There was no other answer. The word pounded in my brain.
“Bad,” I breathed.
ELEVEN
Sydney
Preston made a sound of satisfaction, and it caused a sharp ache deep between my legs. I softened back into him on the side of the bed, wanting to become dough that he could twist and pull and shape into whatever form he desired.
The tip of his nose traced a line up my neck. It was sensual, and I was wholly unprepared for how seductive he could be. I stared at us in the mirror, curling an arm back behind his head while his hands drifted lower toward my lap.
“You still want my fingers inside you?”
His question doused me in lava, and I gasped. “Yes.”
He peered at my reflection, and the carnal look that lurked in his eyes . . . shit, it was so hot. He looked at me like I was an expertly prepared dish he was ready to devour.
“You’ll have to be quiet,” he reminded.
I nodded quickly in understanding, and my gaze locked on to the mirror, focusing on the way his hands rested on my thighs. His fingers were splayed out, and he began to curl them in, making the skirt of my dress creep up.
He said it so quietly, I wondered if I’d imagined it. Had he somehow spoken only inside my head? “Open your legs for me.”
I didn’t know how I did it. Everything in me was anxious and excited, and my body was no longer communicating with my brain, but my knees parted. My legs slid open wide enough that my thighs were touching the insides of his, and my skirt rode up even farther.
When a hint of my panties was exposed, that seemed to be the signal Preston needed. His right hand abandoned my skirt and went to my center to cup me, letting the heat of his palm soak through the whisper-thin fabric covering my most intimate part.
My underwear was pale pink satin, and when he stroked his fingertips over it, the pleasure was so acute, I tried to pinch my knees together. He wasn’t deterred, though. He did it again, and again, and I bucked in response, my legs jerking erratically back open,
“Oh,” I groaned, “fuck.”
I wasn’t in control of my body, but I didn’t care. His mouth was at the pulse point in my neck, and I tightened my grip on the hair at the back of his head. I was powerless in my enjoyment as his touch stroked up over the front of my panties and when his fingers inched beneath the waist, breath hung in my lungs.
Finally.
His skilled fingertips found my clit and strummed it, moving beneath the pink satin, and satisfaction bolted through my center. I clenched my free hand on his knee, enduring the stroke of his fingers that was so pleasurable, I wondered if I’d turn into liquid.
“You know what I’d do if Mommy and Daddy weren’t downstairs right now?” His voice was hypnotic as it invaded my mind. “I’d untie the knots holding up your dress and peel it down. I’d get you fucking naked so fast.”
His fingers rubbed faster, drawing a moan from me, and I saw the visual of it so perfectly, it felt like I was experiencing it. In my head, I felt the knots at my shoulder tug free and the fabric glide down to expose my breasts to him.
“And then,” he murmured against the shell of my ear, “I’d put my tongue inside you and make you come on my face.”
He slid a finger deep inside me, causing my lips to round into a silent ‘oh.’ I arched at the intrusion, enjoying the sensation. I felt possessed. Claimed by him in a way I’d wanted for so long. My breathing was ragged and my head foggy with lust, so all I could do was stare at the erotic scene playing out before us in the mirror.
He affected a disappointed tone. “But I can’t do any of that. Just imagine what would happen if your parents walked in right now and caught me with my head between their little girl’s legs, my lips buried in her virgin pussy.”
