by A Collection of Valentine Themed Sexy Short Stories (epub)
Her knees part, her legs dropping open, and I have little doubt about what she wants next. But still, I need her to vocalize it, because this is pretty fucked up. Even for me.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask, tracking one fingertip lightly over her bare thigh.
Little chill-bumps break out over her skin.
She nods, eager. “So much.”
“Take off your shorts and panties,” I say.
She wastes no time stripping down, and then sits back down on the bed beside me. Isla is now naked while I’m once again fully clothed.
“Spread your legs.”
She does and the sight makes my mouth water. She’s pink and flushed with arousal—her gorgeous pussy is wet—and I want to bury my face in it.
But I don’t.
“How do you make yourself come?” I ask.
She bites her lip, and I wonder if she’s going to answer. But then rather than tell me, Isla shows me. Placing the pads of her fingers against her clit, she begins a slow erotic massage. “I touch myself right here,” she says, voice choppy.
“That’s good. It’s important to know what you like, what feels good.” My voice is barely above a whisper.
I watch, breathless, as her fingers move faster, rubbing herself.
Leaning forward, I capture one perky nipple in my mouth and give it a long tug. Isla whimpers, her hips bucking wildly.
I nuzzle and kiss and lightly bite both breasts as she works herself toward orgasm.
My hands move up and down over her firm thighs, but I don’t touch between her legs. I just keep worshipping her breasts with my mouth until she’s close, and then I move her hand out of the way. Her eyes snap open in confusion. I bring her fingertips to my mouth and suck them clean. She tastes so sweet, my cock starts to harden again.
Using my thumbs, I part her and rub her little pearl of a clit with the same pressure I know she likes.
Isla’s hips rock, and throaty cries fall from her lips. I won’t let myself penetrate her. I have no right to know how tight and perfect she’d feel around my fingers, but I am going to be the one to make her come.
A few more seconds, and she starts to unravel, her body twitching and tightening as she moans out my name. Her orgasm crashes through her, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
4
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask once she’s dressed again. After our little experiment where I learned that Isla can definitely 100% make a man come, she’d gone to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and then gotten into bed.
She nods from her pillow where I’ve tucked her in. “I’m sleepy.” She lets out a huge yawn and I chuckle.
This should probably feel strange. It should feel all kinds of wrong and taboo, but the thing is, it just doesn’t. I keep waiting for it to, just like I keep waiting for her to freak out.
I take a step back and turn off the lamp. The dim hallway light provides just enough lighting to see by. Standing at the side of her bed, I look down at her.
“Are you sure you feel okay about everything that happened?”
Isla grins. “I’m happy. Thanks for tonight, Morgan.”
Something tightens in my chest as I watch her curl into the pillow, releasing a sleepy exhale.
“Let’s talk in the morning, okay?”
She nods. “Can we go out for pancakes?”
I chuckle, completely fucking relived that she’s not upset or regretting that things went too far between us tonight. “Of course we can.”
“Goodnight Morgan,” she says, turning on her side.
“Goodnight sweet Isla,” I murmur, just before turning to head for the door.
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