She looked utterly amused, the traitorous wench. I’m afraid not.
He fought for a moment—against himself. Finaly he asked, somewhat beligerently, Because of this? His eyes fell to her shoulder, where the sheet had slipped, revealing a tiny patch of skin, rosy pink and supple in the morning light. It was barely an inch square, but in that moment he wanted it so badly he could barely speak.She looked at him, at his eyes, so firmly fixed to one spot, then down at her bare shoulder. With a little gasp she yanked the sheet back up.
I— She swalowed, perhaps summoning her courage, then continued. I would not lie to you and say that I did not want this.Me, he cut in peevishly. You wanted me.She closed her eyes. Yes, she finaly said, I wanted you.
Part of him wanted to interrupt again, to remind her that she still wanted him, that it wasn’t and would never be in the past.But I can’t have you, she said quietly, and because of that, you can’t have me. And then, to his complete astonishment, he asked, What if I married you?
Anne stared at him in shock. Then she stared at him in horror, because he looked just as surprised as she felt, and she was fairly certain that if he could have taken back the words, he would have done.
But his question—she couldn’t possibly think of it as a proposal—hung in the air, and they both stared at each other, unmoving, until finaly her feet seemed to recognize that this was not a laughing matter, and she leapt up, skittering backward until she had managed to put the wingback chair between them.Before I can even wonder what happens next, he lowers himself to the bed between my legs. Just one little taste, he says, and before I can prepare myself, his mouth is on me, his tongue licking against my sensitive clit.
My hips shoot off the mattress and I cry out. I want to bring my hands to his hair, feel the soft strands between my fingers, but I keep my arms above my head, wanting to obey him and take the pleasure he’s offering. Something tells me that maybe this is his way of making up for being an asshole last time.Fuck, you taste good, he murmurs with his mouth still against me. I could eat this sweet pussy for hours.
Yes, please. My hips are circling of their own accord, my breathy moans getting louder and louder, my orgasm getting closer, when he suddenly stops. He fucking stops.A frustrated groan travels up my throat. I blink open my blurry eyes, trying to focus on him and figure out why for the love of God he’d stop.