Page 82 of Hurt Me Not
She didn’t respond, so I decided to kick things up a notch.
“Do you like it rough?” I asked and pulled her nipple back into my mouth to bite down on it. “Or sweet?” I dragged my tongue across her chest.
She shuddered underneath me, then arched, her body begging for what her mouth wouldn’t dare.
“You’re in control, Pearl. I’ll let you decide.”
I saw how her hands dug into the sheet as she said that. How her jaw clenched. She was holding herself back.
Even so, it excited me. Pride and confidence flushed through my soul, and I found myself moving without worrying about what I looked like. Or if I would mess up.
She gave me control.
I kept my eyes on her while I teased her nipple. Her stomach rippled below me. Her breathing quickened.
“I think you deserve a little sweetness,” I whispered against her skin as I dragged myself down her body.
She helped me take off her pants, and it wasn’t long before I was between her legs, looking at her glistening cunt.
“Don’t just stare at it,” she said in a choked voice. “Do something.”
In another life, her words might have hit my pride, but I saw it for what it was. She couldn’t hide from me.
Not when her cunt was just begging for me to taste it.
So I did. And this time, I wanted to make up for my failure last time.
I teased her clit with my tongue while I sank two fingers into her. Her taste burst on my tongue, addictive and sweet. Her satisfied sigh had heat coiling in my belly.
I started pumping into her, remembering that, while I was choosing to be gentle, she needed a bit more force than I did. When I ran my teeth against her clit, she jerked against me, her low groan telling me I was doing it right this time.
I desperately wanted to watch her, but I had a job to do.
I put everything I had into it. I picked up the pace and entered a third finger into her, which had her cursing my name under her breath.
I quite liked how it sounded.
If I could give her even an ounce of the pleasure she’d given me, I’d be satisfied. But when I sucked on her clit hard enough to hurt her and she arched up from the bed, I knew I had her right where I wanted her.
I looked up, my heart stopping in my chest when I caught sight of her.
She was still arched, a light sheen of sweat coating her skin. Her eyes were shut, her mouth open as pleasure coursed through her.
I committed it to memory. The way her head was tilted back, showing the strong column of her throat. Her chest rising and falling in a broken rhythm.
Just when I thought I couldn’t keep up the pounding of my hand into her cunt, she started to convulse around me. I didn’t dare slow down. Not when I was so close.
I’m going to make Emerson come this time. I want her to scream my name.
“Oh fuck, Pearl, just like that…Shit!”
As the final trick, I curled my fingers inside her. Wetness burst against my mouth, neck, and chest. Emerson thrashed against me, her body seemingly fighting her orgasm even as I was pulling it from her.
Or maybe it was her mind. Maybe there was a wall up that was stopping her from orgasming.
Whatever it was, I was going to break through it.
I ran my teeth against her clit again, and she let out a high-pitched whine. Something I’d never heard from her before.
