I jerk on her ankle until her ass is nearly off the bed.
“What if I don’t want a next time?” she replies, all sass and a toss of her pretty head.
“Oh, you will. You’ll be begging for it.” I slide my hand up one bare leg until I reach the opening of her shorts. “I can’t kiss you like I want to, so put a little juice on my fingers.” I hold them up to her mouth.
Her lips part—maybe in shock, maybe in need. Either way, I take the opportunity and slide two fingers inside. Her mouth closes, and her tongue curls around my digits. I fuck her mouth, slowly, gently, sliding all the way to the back of her throat. She has no gag reflex. I nearly come on the spot.
A groan escapes me as I imagine what it would be like for my dick to replace my fingers.
“You did good, Tins,” I say hoarsely, pulling my wet fingers free. “Now pull down your shorts and panties for me. I don’t want to waste this.”
She doesn’t hesitate. All thoughts of artificial means are drowned by her want. My own lust is making it hard to think, hard to function, and her fresh nudity isn’t helping.
“Damn, Tinsley. You’re too fucking beautiful.” The pink of her pussy is deepening to a rosy hue as the blood of her arousal fills her cunt.
She sucks in a breath as I draw close.
“You scared?” I ask.
“Haven’t done this before” is her answer.
I tear my eyes away from her sex to gauge her response. Her cheeks are flushed like her pussy. Her eyes are bright and wide. Her lips are plump and ready. I want to kiss her so fucking badly. Who the hell cares about the cut? Or the bruise.
I dive forward, catching her mouth with mine.
She draws back immediately. “Leo, your mouth,” she says, her delicate hands framing my face.
“Don’t care.” I have to taste her. The sting of pain, the bitter bite of blood, is nothing compared to the feel of her lips against mine. Her lips are soft, like cotton candy and marshmallows. Her taste is sweet like honey and caramel. I want to drown in her. I dig my fingers into her hair and press her back against the mattress, tonguing her deep. She kisses me back, tongue tangling with mine, her own hands digging into my sore shoulder muscles, her legs twining around my hips to pull me closer.
I angle my head to penetrate her deeper. If I could die here, with her taste on my tongue and her warm, lush body in my arms, I’d be happy.
This is what I’ve fought against for all these months. I knew…I knew it would be like this—intoxicating, addicting. I will never get enough of Tinsley. I’m not meant to have her, but I will take what I can, and will store these memories away so that when she’s moved on, I can take them out like hidden treasures and remind myself of when I had it all.
My hands move lower, finding her soft sex. She’s tight and pushes against just one finger of intrusion.
“Shhh,” I whisper against her mouth. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Liar,” she says.
I don’t know who’s right, and in this moment, I don’t care. She gasps as I push inside. Her core is wetter and hotter than her tongue. I stroke her slowly and carefully, kissing her hard to take her mind off of any pain. She’s so tiny. I am going to hurt her, but I’m going to bring her so much pleasure. I vow it.
CHAPTER 10
TINSLEY
Leo works his finger in and out of me. I’ve been turned on before, but it’s never been this way. My whole body is humming with a need that has me forgetting about all the reasons I shouldn’t be doing this.
Slowly, he presses a second finger inside of me. Even with how wet I am, it’s still a snug fit for him to get it inside. I saw the outline of his cock through his pants; how would that ever fit inside of me if two of his fingers are filling me to the brim?
“Stay with me.” He brushes his mouth against mine before he delves his tongue inside again. He presses the palm of his hand against my clit as he slides his fingers in and out of me. My hips start to rock with him. “You always smell so damn good.” He brushes his nose along the column of my neck. “Knew you’d be so damn soft and sweet.” He nips at my neck. “Let me hear you come. Give it to me, Tinsley.” It’s all too much. I can’t hold back any longer.
“Leo!” I cry out his name as the orgasm hits me. My nails dig into his forearm as the pleasure shoots through my body. With it comes a tidal wave of emotions that I’ve been trying to hold back.