Page 123 of Craving Paradise
She pulls her fingers out of her bikini bottoms and holds them up to the phone. “See you still make me wet, even after all this time.”
Fucking hell, she’s trying to kill me as my eyes narrow, and I see her wetness glisten on the tips of her fingers. My hand squeezes my dick, reminding it what it’s like to feel buried deep inside her pussy. She then unties her bikini bottoms and moves them to the side, exposing her pretty little pussy for me.
“Show me again how wet you are. I don’t know if I believe you.”
Lauren angles herself closer to the camera and begins to slide her fingers between her folds. I can see her glisten underneath the sunshine. She’s soaked. “You’re always so wet for me … such a good girl.”
Lauren moans at my praise.
Fuck, I’ve missed this.
Missed her.
I’m still so angry over how she’s handled everything, but my heart still aches for her, and I don’t know if it will ever stop.
“My pussy knows its master,” she purrs as her fingers sink inside her.
Shit.
Fuck.
Yes.
That’s right. Mine.
I watch as those long fingers sink inside that pink cave for me.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about?”
“I’m remembering the way your dick used to fill me, stretch me, every single time you pushed inside me. I miss that burn. The way your dick reaches places most can’t, the way you can hit those delicate nerves inside me, making me see stars. I miss your magic tongue and riding your face. The way your fingers would dig into my hips holding me in place until I came over and over again on your chin. I miss the way you make my ass pink, dancing the delicate line between pleasure and pain, and then when I think I can’t take any more, you slide inside me, give me one last spank across my ass, and my pussy clenches down around your cock as I come.”
Fuck me.
These visions have my balls tingling and my cock glistening with need as my hand moves furiously along my length in time with her fingers disappearing inside her pussy until we both explode. I’ve missed hearing Lauren come. The sound sends shockwaves over my body and shatters me into a million pieces.
We both take a couple of moments to come down from our high and clean ourselves up. Lauren has rolled onto her stomach and moved the camera in front of her. I can see her naked ass and all the way to the ocean.
“Thanks for that,” she says with a giggle. “We never had any problems in the chemistry department, did we?” she asks, venturing into personal territory.
“No, we never did … that’s for sure.”
“It was putting Eloise first that did it,” she says.
Hard for me to deny.
“Taking your silence as a yes then,” Lauren states.
“You made your objective clear from day one, and I didn’t want to hear it. And if the tables were turned, I’d do the same for my friends. It’s taken me a while to realize that, but I would.”
Lauren raises her brows in surprise at my answer. “You’re right. I’m loyal to a fault.”
“That’s not a bad thing, it’s admirable. But in that moment when I laid my heart on the line, I wanted you to choose me.”
Tears begin to fall down her cheeks. That’s breaking my heart because I can’t reach into the phone and hug her.
“I don’t hate you, Lauren. Please know that.”
“But I hate me.” She looks up at me through the screen. “I never loved anyone before you. I ran scared. I latched on to the one thing that has been a constant in my life, and that was the dream of the bakery.” She sniffles.