Page 83 of Into the Woods

“Court,” I whined, my skin feeling pulled too taut.

Still grinning, he lowered his lips to my shoulder. “Like this?”

I let out another aggrieved sigh, wondering if it was possible to combust from embarrassment or need.

A hand glided up my ribcage before his fingers lightly pinched one of my nipples. “That?”

I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the echoes of his touch like there was a direct line between my nipple and my clit. “More.” His hand squeezed around my breast, holding it through the fabric of my cami. He kneaded the sensitive flesh in his palm, but it wasn’t enough. “Please.”

“Since you begged so nicely,” he murmured, his fingers tugging the neckline of my top beneath my breasts, baring them to his view. “God, I can’t wait to fuck these tits.”

I’d barely had time to let that visual settle in when his head lowered and he caught one tight bud into his mouth, sucking hard. I arched into him, letting out a strained cry as his teeth nipped at the aching tip of my breast.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I managed to get out, my head spinning as he turned his attention to the other nipple. I clutched his head to my chest, wondering if my nipples would bruise from the sucking and the biting.

Some baser instinct hoped he would leave marks. I wanted to see them in the mirror tomorrow for proof this wasn’t another dream my brain was tricking me with.

Court picked me up and flipped me onto my back, his hips pressing my thighs open so he could settle between them. I wrapped my legs around him, trying to tug him down.

His teeth bit a little too hard into my nipple, and I yelped.

He glared down at me, reproach in his eyes. “Unless you’re saying ‘stop,’ I’m in control, sweetheart. Got it?”

I nodded and willed my body to relax, even though it felt like I was being decimated by an inferno that made my blood boil. My insides felt raw and scorched, aching for more.

His lips curved into a smile, and he lifted up, planting his hands on either side of my head to brace his weight. “That’s my girl. Let me take care of you the way I always wanted to.” He lowered his head, kissing me again as the hand that was on my hip slipped around to splay across my belly. A finger teased the elastic waistband of my shorts, the smooth glide making my tummy flutter.

“So soft,” he murmured, his tone reverent as he looked down at where he was touching me.

I followed his gaze, not surprised to see fading teeth imprints on my pale chest. My nipples were an angry shade of red, the color of raspberries in the snow. I watched his index finger lift the band of my shorts, and then his hand dipped inside the fabric and into the lace of my panties.

The first brush of his fingers against my slit had me trembling.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sounding pained. “So fucking wet for me.” He cupped my pussy, grinding the heel of his hand against me as he gave me another deep kiss.

He licked into my mouth, tasting me again with a throaty moan. Just when I was positive I was going to scream, he slid a thick finger inside me. He broke our kiss with a pant. “Jesus, you’re tight.”

I let out a strangled cry as he worked his finger in and out of my body with shallow thrusts. My heart slammed against my ribcage at the foreign sensation. I was suddenly, glaringly aware of how tiny my own fingers were in comparison to his.

And this was just a finger.

I’d felt the size and length of his cock when I’d been on his lap. I knew that biology said it would work, but my brain was having serious doubts.

His thumb slipped in lazy circles around my clit, making my hips buck up. His finger sank even deeper, and when he curled it inside of me, my eyes fluttered shut.

“Mmm,” he hummed in approval and added another finger, stretching me wider.

With a groan, I embraced the unfamiliar burn, rolling my hips to match the slow, steady rhythm he’d started. My toes curled as he pressed harder against my clit, stroking the nub firmly.

“Oh, God,” I managed to gasp out, feeling like my lungs were going to shatter. Or collapse. My release spiraled higher and faster than it ever had. My thighs started to shake as everything south of my belly button coiled.

And then it stopped so abruptly that the world tilted around me.

I let out a plaintive, “No.” The desperate whine in my tone shocked me, but Court just chuckled. The warm sound vibrated between us. His mocha-colored eyes were alight with amusement.

My eyes went wide as he lifted two glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them in deep. His eyes flared. “Sweet as a peach,” he rasped, coming down to kiss me again.

Tasting myself in Court’s kiss was strange and kinda hot. I wrapped my arms around him, greedily clinging to his touch however he offered it.