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Hedoesn'tknowit,but I can see him.
And I don't simply mean physically.
I see through him. I see the facade holding this man together.
He stalks towards me as I lay back on the dark gray comforter. Droplets of water cling to my body, my slick and heavy hair sticking to my back. Goosebumps rise across my arms and up my shoulders, making me shudder, awakening all of my sensations as the cool air creeps across my bare skin.
The feeling in my gut has me uneasy. I don't want to assume anything, but I can't control the idea that's already planted there about him, about this. He’s a great liar when he needs to be.
My chest heaves, my nipples hard and erect as I stare at him through calculated eyes. He doesn't break contact as he approaches the edge of the bed where I'm perched on my elbows, tipping my head up as he gains closeness.
The master bedroom is big enough to fit a family of thirty, but other than the expansive space, I haven't been able to part from his direct eye contact to take it in, afraid of what it'll mean if I do. It's dim in here as hints of sandalwood and cedar hit my nose, and the soft plush hairs of a rug beneath me tickle my toes.
“I'm not sure why you feel the need to hide it from me,” he says in his gravelly tone. “Your pleasure. Your enjoyments.”
I feel my throat roll and he peers at it immediately.
“Even now, you look...scared. Embarrassed.” His eyes narrow before he shakes his head. “I won't have it. No girl of mine will need to fuck her fingers when she’s got me right here.”
Bringing the book before his face, he pages through some of it until he stalls, more than likely at one of my tabbed sections, and silently reads. I'm naked and dripping wet on his bed, and he's standing directly in front of me, completely clothed, reading my smut book. My body quivers in anticipation of his next move.
“Here,” he says with his nose still in the book, one large hand holding it open. “Start here.”
Handing it to me, I hold it near my chest, my brows knit in confusion.
He unbuttons the last few buttons on his shirt, peeling it down over his tanned, toned shoulders, shrugging it off as he carefully kneels before me at the edge of the bed. His hands find my ankles as I watch from an elbow, the other arm clutching my book to me. My lips part as his large, calloused hands begin slowly skimming up the back of my calves, his eyes still directly on mine with a concentrated focus.
“Begin,” he demands.
My lashes flutter as I study his face.
He pulls roughly on the back of my calves, causing my back to hit the mattress and the air to slip out of my lungs as I now lie spread open at the edge of his bed.
“Start reading, Dylan. I want to hear the words slip from your mouth as you cum to them.”
Heat stirs in the pit of my core, and I try to bring my knees together. He doesn't allow it. His arms slip under my legs so my calves are on his shoulders and his firm grip holds the top of my thighs open. I stare up at the large square divot in the ceiling with a different shade of paint inside, wondering why he needs me to do this.
“Read!”
His voice startles me and I open the book, orienting myself to the scene he chose for me by reading a few lines. I close my eyes, making a pained face. I can't read this scene aloud. I'll literally die. Die.
“I can't read this out loud.”
A demonic grin forms on his lips. A knowing grin.
“You will. You've read it before. Now you'll read it with my tongue inside you.”
A weak moan reluctantly leaves my lips as my pained face finds his one more time.
I'm given a single nod before he disappears between my legs. Soft lips find my thighs as he kisses his way to my center. I can barely keep it together already. How the hell will I be able to keep my eyes open long enough to read?
He stalls with his lips paused by my inner thigh, about four inches from the place already aching for him. He's waiting for me to start.
Swallowing down any embarrassment, I dive in headfirst.
“My bare back slowly eases back against Siker's chest, feeling his hard body beneath. Anticipation swirls through me as firm hands wrap around and grip the flesh of my thighs, parting my legs wide for him.”
Lake kisses just beside my clit and I jerk suddenly, feeling a wetness between my thighs that's not from the bath. I find a way to continue reading.
