He watches me closely. “Stop it. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“You loved Willow.”
“This again? Yes, I did.”
“You love me now.” I don’t enjoy his tone.
“I’m starting to wonder whether I ever really loved her, or whether it was her betrayal I couldn’t get over.”
“How did she betray you? You’re the one who cheated on her.”
He looks away. “I’ll never cheat on you. There isn’t another pussy in the world worth losing you over. I risked Willow, but I’d never do that to you, Rain. Never.”
I suppose this is where trust comes into play. I have to trust his words for what they are to him: the truth. To me they’re a tenuous promise that could become a lie.
I smother my doubt for once and take a deep breath to banish it. “Do you have to be so dirty all the time? Pussy,” I mimic, saying it the way he does. All breathy and husky. “Why do you have to say ‘pussy’ that way?”
“Be careful. I want your pussy,” he warns, sucking some mustard off his thumb. “I want to taste your pussy.”
I’m aware suddenly I’m not wearing any panties. “On the couch?”
He drops to his knees in front of me. I am lit. He takes my knees and moves them apart slowly, draping my legs over his shoulders. He stares at my vagina as he talks and I swear it knows it. It moistens under his stare.
“You’re worth more than the couch,” he reminds me. “Even if I’d like to bury my tongue deep inside of your tight pussy and taste you until you come. Let’s go to bed.”
I swallow at the look in his eyes. “Bed,” I manage.
He stands up and holds his hands out. I take his hands and he easily lifts me in his arms. I lick my lips, staring up at him. Our eyes are connected the entire time. He doesn’t break away when he kicks the door closed or when he gently yet purposely drops me on his bed. His cream sheets envelop me. He lies down beside me. I’m confused.
“What’re you doing?”
He waves his fingers at me. “I want you on my face.”
I frown and blush at the same time, having an idea what he means. “Really?”
“Yes. Leave my shirt on and come here. Put your thighs on either side of my head and rest on my chest. I’ll do the rest of the work.”
His order makes me tremble. I reach down and touch myself, and sure enough I’m teeming with want. I have an idea and reach over and touch his lips with my wet fingers. His eyes close and his mouth opens in bliss. His tongue darts out to taste.
“Rain, on my face now. I need to taste more of that pussy.” He pats his chest, sounding all beast and caveman. As if his thoughts can’t stand to be coherent. They’re visceral and needing.
I bunch the shirt up in my hand around my waist and move so I’m resting on his chest. I am nerves and want. They clash, creating a heady feeling I know I’ll never ever get used to. Kent reaches up and grips my bare ass, sliding me forward until my middle is resting directly over his mouth. My thighs are already trembling and my heart is pounding. But most of all I am so hot and turned on I can’t think straight. My brain collapses when his tongue finds me. I reach down and grip his sheets, needing something to hold on to. I want to bury myself against him and ride his tongue.
I start to move my hips involuntarily.
“Stay still.”
I bite my lip and smile at the same time. “I love you, Kent.”
He pulls back, his lips wet with me. “I bet you love me right now.” He licks the length of me, then teases my entrance. I watch him tease me. “Sweetest fucking pussy ever.” He brings me down over his mouth again.
I moan, unworried about how loud I’m being. I’m being loud. I try with all my might to remain still and not move my hips. But the intensity of my pleasure is too intense, and I give in a little and circle his tongue, unable to stop myself.
“That’s it,” he growls. He tosses me off of him and is in his dresser before I know what hit me. He rips the condom wrapper open and rolls it over the length of him. Then he takes