Page 57 of Sterling Touch
Swallowing hard, I lick my lips. “Could . . . could I ask you to . . . sit on your hands?”
Vale is quiet a second before stating, “You don’t want me to touch you.”
As far as I’ve come, I’m still a mess. All of this is new to me. Her kindness. Her tenderness. Her understanding, and I hate asking her for this concession. I don’t want to fuck this up.
“Just tonight. Keep your hands to yourself.” I try to soften the blow with a tease in my tone.
Vale doesn’t hesitate, slipping her hands beneath her thighs, and I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
Quickly, I shove down my track pants and boxer-briefs. My dick springs free like it’s been contained too long. Hard and hot and pointing at Vale like a neon sign reading: desperate and horny.
Don’t hurt me, Vale. My heart rumbles so loud I swear she can hear it.
“Step closer to me.” The command in her sultry voice has my cock twitching, and I cup the base, rocking my hips forward.
“Feed me,” she whispers.
FUCK!
This good girl has a naughty streak I did not see coming, but like the queen she is, I obey her demands, guiding my tip tothe seam of her lips, where her tongue sneaks outward and she licks around the crown.
I hiss at the contact.
“Want me to stop?” Vale whispers, her breath a soft breeze over my dick. Her gaze dropped to the appendage that’s long and stiff, and weeping for her attention.
I can’t speak, don’t know any words. Instead, I shake my head.
Vale kisses the tip again, and I jolt forward, the magnetic pull almost overpowering.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” I grip the base of my cock tighter, attempting to hold myself steady. My other arm braces on the frame of the upper bunk and I press my forehead against my bent arm, watching Vale hunger for me.
She rubs her nose along my length. “Don’t apologize. You’re doing so good.”
I snort at the reverse praise, recognizing thatIappreciate the encouragement as well. I want to be good for her.
When her mouth opens and she glides down my length, my eyes instantly close, the sensation too great. Her warmth. Her strength. Her comfort. It’s too much, yet I don’t want to miss a second of this experience. Forcing my eyes open, I stare down at Vale, catching her watching my face. Releasing my base, I comb my fingers through her hair, fist it at her nape, and watch her glide up and down my length, coating it in heat, giving me all her strength, caring for me in this moment.
My ass clenches, taking great effort not to thrust forward to the back of her throat.
“Gonna be embarrassingly fast,” I warn, already feeling the tightening of my balls and a pull in my lower back. I grip the edge of the upper bunk with my hand and lean back, rocking my hips forward only two times before I’m holding Vale’s head and jetting off down her throat.
“Fuck,” I cry out, too loud, too overwhelmed.
Vale swallows hard, drinking me in, before eventually pulling back, letting her tongue lap along my length before popping off the head.
“Sweetness.” I choke, bending and ducking my head beneath the bunk to take her mouth with mine. I don’t know that I’ve ever kissed a woman after what Vale just did, but I want to taste myself on her lips, want to savor the sensation of her mouth. The gift of it.
Eventually, I grab a tissue from a box on the small nightstand between the bunks and clean up, then pull my pants back into place.
Last night, I didn’t spend the night and tonight I can’t either, but I need a minute to come down from this high Vale has me on.
I climb onto the slim mattress, Vale giggling as we attempt to fit both of us on a twin-sized bed again. My feet dangle off the edge near the bottom and Vale presses her back against the wall, while we stare at one another for a long minute. Her clear eyes are refreshing and bright.
“I want to see you again,” I blurt. Two nights isn’t enough.
Instantly, Vale’s brows pinch, worry dances over her forehead. “How would that happen?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, sorrow clogging my throat. I don’t want to stop whatever is happening between us, but I understand Vale’s concerns without her even expressing them. Her brother is top of the list.
