Page 79 of Break my Heart
I’ll give her as much pleasure as she can withstand.
And then I’ll ply her with more until she’s drunk with it.
I haven’t even been inside this girl and already I feel this territorial. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when the heat of her body is wrapped around my dick like a glove.
“You’re way too perfect,” I murmur. “You know what you’re going to do now?”
“No.”
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs nice and wide so I can see every pink inch. Then I’m going to make a fucking meal of you because the taste I had in the elevator wasn’t nearly enough to satiate me.”
Her breath catches.
When she doesn’t move, I smack her ass. “Now.”
With a yelp, she jumps and kicks off her heels before scrambling to do my bidding.
I stifle a groan as she climbs onto the bed and her little rosebud winks at me. The fact that she admitted to wanting to try anal is enough to make me come all over myself. There’s something different about being buried in a woman’s tight ass rather than her pussy. Something so submissive and intimate about it. As much as I’d love to indulge in that tonight, it’s not going to happen.
Maybe things are progressing faster than anticipated, but I’m not going to rush her. Ava is the one who sets the pace, and when she’s ready for that kind of intimacy, she’ll let me know.
Once she’s reclined against the pillows, her gaze fastens to mine as her thighs fall open until they’re touching the mattress, and I’m reminded of just how flexible she is.
“Damn, baby.”
As hungry as I am to get my hands and mouth on her, I just want to take a moment and soak in the sight of her stretched out on the bed naked, waiting for me with her legs spread wide. My gaze drops to her pussy. It’s already swollen and glistening from our earlier foreplay.
My mouth waters for a taste.
The silver that glints from between her lips is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life. No matter how long I live, it’s a mental snapshot I’ll never forget.
“When you masturbate, do you play with your titties?”
Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips as she gives her head a quick shake.
“Why not?” I know how good it feels when I stroke my hands over my own chest. I imagine it would feel the same for her.
“I don’t know. I guess I never thought about it.”
I swallow up the space between us before settling on the edge of the bed near her outstretched legs. It takes every ounce of self-control not to reach out and stroke my hands over her center or bury my face between her legs and lap up the honey that glistens on her flesh.
“Maybe that’s part of the problem. You need to touch yourself and get into the mood. What are you? A seventeen-year-old dude going straight for the goods?”
She snorts out a laugh. “I guess so.”
“I want you to touch your breasts.”
Her hands rise to cup the soft swells.
“Now squeeze them. Massage them.”
Her expression relaxes, and I can tell she’s enjoying it. As much as I want to be the one touching her, it’s more important that she’s able to do it for herself.
She should be able to pleasure her own body any damn time she wants or needs. She shouldn’t have to wait for someone else to do it. Or worse, ask someone only to have them judge her or not be able to get the job done properly.
“Feel good?”
“Yes.” Her eyelids feather closed. As much as I want her looking at me, I want her to get lost in her pleasure even more.