Beauty from Pain(30)

She moans softly and grinds herself against my groin as I gently knead her breasts. “I think I have a promise to made good on, don’t I?”


She doesn’t answer but nods in agreement.


I slide my hand down her flat stomach and feel a piercing in her navel. I make a mental note to investigate that later, but I have other plans in mind for right now.


I tug on the button at her waist to unfasten her shorts. It opens after a light jerk and I slowly slide the zipper down. I put my hand flat against her stomach and rub it in a circular motion, each rotation bringing my fingers closer to the spot she so desperately wants me to touch.


I slip my hand inside the top of her lacy panties. I smile against her neck when I feel the smooth skin beneath. “You have no idea how much I like that.”


She tilts her head up and back against me. Her breathing is deep and fast. I have her right where I want her, so I slide my finger down through her slickness and back up once in a slow, torturous stroke. She likes it and wants more because she’s pushing her hips hard against my hand. “Paige, you haven’t given me an answer yet.”


I hear a sweet, delicate whimper from her mouth. “Huh?”


“You still haven’t accepted my proposal.” I slide my finger downward again and then slowly back up until I feel the little swollen button where I rub in a circular motion. “I want you to tell me yes.”


“Ohh … what? I can’t think straight right now.”


I stop the circular pleasure I’m giving her and my fingers retreat because I’m determined to hear her say it. I don’t want to wait any longer. “Tell me you’ll be mine while you’re here.”


She reaches for my wrist and pushes my hand further inside her panties. “Don’t stop.”


I give her a few more soft strokes before I come to a standstill again. “Give me the answer I want to hear and I’ll keep going.”


She rocks against my hand, riding it hard. “That feels so good. Don’t stop.”


She’s desperate for my touch, so I use her need to get my answer a little earlier than she intended on giving it to me. She’s trembling under my touch and I give her a few more strokes. “Tell me, Paige. Tell me you’ll be mine.”


“Yes.”


“Yes to what?”


She’s squeezing my forearm. Hard. “Yes, I’ll be yours while I’m in Australia.”


I smile against her neck again. “That’s all I needed to hear.”


I want to show her how happy she’s made me. I pull my hand from her shorts and she whimpers at the loss of my touch, but it’s only temporary.


I turn her around to face me. She watches my eyes as I place my hands on her hips and push her shorts and panties down to her feet. I lift her onto the table. “Lie back.”


She knows what’s coming and she welcomes it.


I put my lips against her inner thigh and place a kiss against her scalding skin. “Tell me again. I like hearing you say it.”


I trail kisses up her inner thighs, waiting to hear her say it again so I can show her what being mine means.


“I’m yours,” she moans and I reward her for her acceptance. I place my tongue flat against her center and give her one slow upward swipe before I find her small, engorged bump and begin circling it. She tastes so good, even better than I’d imagined.


I feel her reach for my hair and fist it, so I know I’m right where I need to be. I lick and suck her until her screams echo from every wall inside the cave. When she stops screaming, she’s statuesque across the dining table.


Good thing everyone’s gone for the next several days if she screams that loud every time she comes.


I crawl up her body, kissing it as I go until we’re face to face. She’s breathing heavily and appears dazed. She blinks several times to focus on my face. A smile spreads and I’m relieved to see that she’s not angry with me about the tactics I used to get her answer.


I place a kiss against her mouth and smile because I know this is only the beginning. “You won’t regret saying yes.”


13


Laurelyn Prescott


I lie on my back, naked from my waist down, across an ornate dining table and stare up at the ceiling. I’m lightheaded and dazed during my postorgasmic bliss. Drunk almost. I’m no innocent virgin, but this is new for me. Blake never made me feel like that, not that he ever tried.