the silent treatment? What are you, eight years old?”
“I don’t want to talk to you.” She grits out, her nose flaring, “And I don’t want you near me.”
“Really?” I whisper in her ear, then I press feather light kisses on the shell of her ear right before I pretend to nimble on her lobe, making her gasp. “So, why’s your breathing shallow?”
I said I wouldn’t touch her but to hell with that shit.
I wrap one arm around her waist—you can’t trust her with her fucked up mind not to fight this or worse, try to run away. Then with the other hand, I rip her fucking leotards at her thigh, and she moans. I haven’t even touched her and already she’s wet.
“Why can I smell your arousal?” I question, wanting in her right now. “You want more of me, don’t you, little minx?”
She doesn’t respond but a look of brazen lust transforms her face into a breathtaking mural that I want painted to hang on the ceiling over my bed, just so I can fucking come while looking at her because since she moved in, she’s been the only one that makes me feel…somewhat alive.
“If I touch you there, tell me, little minx, what will I find?” I grit out the words ion her ear, then lick it, loving the way she almost jumps in arms like I just electrocuted her and that goes straight to my dick.
She groans low in her chest, her ass now involuntarily rubbing up and down on my dick. She wants this, she wants me to fuck her in the middle of the large studio that has so many fucked up memories for her.
“Nothing,” she whispers, her voice now thick and breathless. “Your touch is so repulsive, I’m dry as a desert.”
“Liar.” I growl. I hate it when she fights this, I hate it even more when she holds my gaze like she’s doing now and lie. Pushing her panties and whatever the hell else that’s in my way to the side with my fingers, her slickness greets me as her pussy lips clench and unclench, making me grin. Yeah baby, just like that.
She’s not just horny, she’s desperate.
“Did the meaning of dry change in the past few hours?” Because if it did, then her definition of dry is now flooded, panties ruined and pussy ready to be filled with my cum.
“Please,” she finally begs when my fingers skim right over her pussy lips, the juices there making the glide so damn sensual, I know it won’t take much from me to make her come.
“Please what, Mia?” My jaw tenses up, as she increases the friction between her ass and my dick. “Please make me come because I’m a tight bitch? Or please leave me alone?”
I want her to admit it. I want her to look me in the yes and admit it—to herself—that she fucking wants this and that she wants me.
“Julian…” she moans my name like she’s already coming, then in a second, her right hand in over mine in between her legs as if to stop me. “Please don’t do this.”
But instead of stopping me, she starts guiding my hand, wanting me to finger and touch her.
“Trying to teach me how to touch you?”
“Old dogs can be taught new tricks.”
“Making you come until your eyes roll to the back of your head and you say fuck with a moan, like you did in my fucking bed last night, isn’t a trick.”
The coloring of her cheeks in the mirror says otherwise.
“Did I scandalize you, baby?” I whisper. She looks away and suddenly I get it. The way she can’t hold my gaze. The way she’s got her hand over mine down there. “Little minx, your secrets never seem to end do they?”
She quickly withdraws her hand, but I grab it with my wet fingers, then bring it right back.
“If you want to learn how to pleasure yourself, you don’t need to be shy about it, let alone feel like you don’t have a right to it.”
“Julian, that’s not…” she starts, but as soon as she sees the look in my eyes, she looks away, her body tense. “I know it must be silly, it’s just that I’ve never done that… with Mom and everything that’s been going on…I don’t…”
To shut her up, I bring her fingers to align with my large ones, then with both our forefingers, I direct us to skim her slick pussy lips. She gasps, looking down.