Forbidden With Me - Leigh Lennon Page 0,61

it’s just you and me. What do you think we should do, my sweet little thing?”

I lean up on my tiptoes to swing my arms around his neck. “I love you calling me your sweet little thing.”

“Yeah, you’re the sweetest, and I’m about to show you how sweet you really are.” He pushes me against the back of the shower, kneeling. “Hell, Mal, I love this. I love everything about this.”

I want to tell him how much I do, too, but I’m rendered speechless when his tongue reaches my clit. His fingers open me up, and he thrusts two fingers into me. I hold his head for support. I roll my head back where the glass of the shower stops me, but nothing compares to the torture I’m enduring when he gets me just close enough and stops his assault, only to begin over after waiting a couple of seconds.

“Please, Wells, let me come.”

He pulls his tongue from me, pushing his head back. “All in good time, my sweet little thing, all in good time. Believe me, you will be thanking me.”

His tongue continues to torture me, his fingers following suit, and all the time, my pussy begins to contract, just on the precipice of an orgasm, and he pulls out.

This continues for many minutes all the while, his free hand palms my ass, and it’s almost like a non-gentle massage for my ample rear.

Every time he stops, he tells me how much he loves my body.

“Fuck, I love your ass.”

“Hell, you’re sweeter than any fruit I’ve ever eaten.”

During his little fuck me with his tongue and fingers fest, he twists my nipple, sending shockwaves to my pussy. “These are mine. Your tits are mine, your ass is mine, and sure as fuck, your cunt is mine.”

I never liked someone referring to my woman bits as tits, cunt, or pussy. Sure, I’ll use this slang because it’s me. But when Wells uses these terms, I’ll surrender everything to him.

“They are yours; every bit of me is yours. Have me as you will because they are not going anywhere.”

His fingers return to my pussy; this time, he must use more than two fingers. “Say it, you love me finger fucking your tight cunt.”

My head rolls back again, the glass stopping me. “Fuck, Wells.” I’m barely able to breathe. “Yeah, I love you finger fucking my cunt.”

His head disappears between my legs. Both his fingers and tongue speed up, and I know he’s not pulling out this time. “Oh, fuck me hard, Wells, I’m so close.”

He answers my wishes with further fervor, and when I lose it on his touch, dropping into his arms, he settles me on his lap, holding me tight, until the water leaves us a little wrinkly. But I couldn’t care less about this. I wanted him to hold me as close to him as we can get, forgetting about the real world outside, and live with the two of us, the only ones in our realm of reality.

Chapter 21

Wells

Her body is beautiful. Everything about her is amazing. Her full tits are more than a mere handful, and her nipples are remarkable. In the couple of times of our intimacy together, I know how to tease them, making them harden with one slight lick of my tongue.

The water had started to cool, so I pulled her up with me, washing her hair. I never understood how caring for her basic needs would be such an erotic task. But it is. “Come on, Stewart has probably figured out where you are by now. He’s not a bad detective,” I say as I watch her dress—after I had to sneak into her room, grabbing some dry clothes from her suitcase. “I should have brought all your stuff in here,” I mention, looping my belt around my jeans.

“You want me in your room?” She’s been brushing her long hair as I send a little glance her way.

“Yeah, woman, I want you in my bed, every night I can get you. And since you’re under my roof, I need you with me. You read my thoughts. You bring a focus back into my life.”

“I want this, too, but I still want…”

I cut her off. I know where she’s going with this. “I’m not asking you to move in here, not yet, Mal. I know you want a normal life, something you build for you without anyone taking it away, but I hope you know you’ll always have a place to lay your