Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 92070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Chapter Thirty-Nine
VAL
Dare hesitates. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He surveys the room with new eyes. It's our last night eyes. Where do I want to have my way with you eyes.
The words sound sexy in my head. But this isn't happening in my head. It's not under my control the same way.
And it's not like I trust my head, anyway. I trust him more than I trust my head.
"How sure?" He eyes the perfectly made bed, the window that looks out on the Eiffel Tower, the uncomfortable plastic chair at the desk.
"Medium sure."
"I can't hurt you again."
"You didn't."
"Not for you, Val." He looks me in the eye. "I can't take it again."
"Okay."
"Okay, you want to try anyway? Or okay, let's wait."
"I'm ready."
"There's no rush," he says.
And maybe that's true for him. But it isn't true for me. I need to be okay. I need to escape my past. I need to have access to every dirty fantasy I want to reenact with him. "You don't want to?"
"Of course I want to."
"What if we start slow?" I ask.
"What if?" His eyes bore into mine, demanding an answer to his real question.
But I don't have the response he wants. "Please."
"Val." His breath hitches.
"How about this." I turn my back to him and motion to my zipper. "We outline it first."
He unzips my dress and traces a line down my back, then the strap of my bra. He undoes the hooks and slips his hands under the fabric. "No." He groans as he cups my breasts. "I lead."
"Fuck."
"I do whatever the fuck I want with you."
Why does it sound so sexy on his lips?
"You have no fucking idea what you're in for, vixen." He pushes the straps of my black mini-dress off my shoulders. Then the straps of my bra.
The fabric falls to my waist, exposing my chest.
He turns us to the mirror, then he brings his hand to my chin. He turns my head so I'm staring straight into my reflection.
One hand stays on my chin.
The other stays on my chest.
He follows my gaze, watching me watch as he toys with my breasts.
The image is almost too much to handle. My dress at my waist, my breasts on display for him, his body behind mine, his hands on my skin.
He toys with me again and again, sending waves of desire through my body. Every flick of his fingers builds the anticipation in my belly.
He winds me tighter and tighter.
Until it's too much to take and I have to close my eyes.
"Watch." He rolls his thumb over my nipple. "Or I stop."
I'm tempted to keep my eyes closed, to release myself from the blissful torture.
"Or is that what you want, vixen?" He rolls his thumb against me again. "Do you want me to stop toying with you? Finally give you everything you need?"
"Please."
"No."
Fuck.
"Not until I'm done with you." He runs his thumb over my chin. "Open."
I find our reflection.
"Watch."
I follow the motion of his hand as he toys with me again and again. Slow circles, soft zigzags, rough rolls of his thumb. Exquisite torture on my right. Then my left. Then back again.
He winds me tighter and tighter.
Until I'm sure I'm going to break.
"Please, Dare." I rock my hips against him, feeling his hardness against the flesh of my ass, soaking in every drop of sensation. "I need you inside me."
He lets out a low groan, but he stays strong. He toys with me again and again.
Again and again.
Until I'm sure I'm going to break.
Then, finally, he slips his hand between my legs.
I don't freeze. I don't panic. No. It's much worse.
I unravel completely. I melt into his touch, into his body, into his need.
The friction of his hand is too much, too intense. After a few brushes of his thumb, I come.
He brings his lips to my neck, sucking on my skin as he rubs me through my orgasm.
Then he guides me to the wall, he tilts my hips, and he pushes my dress up to my waist.
He makes me wait as he unzips his jeans, rolls a condom over his cock, gets exactly into place.
Then he teases me.
A soft brush.
A little harder.
Again and again.
Until I'm dizzy. Then, finally, he drives into me, and somehow, I fall even deeper into him.
My world dissolves into his. The fullness of him inside me. The sound of his groan. The pressure of his hands. The perfect reflection of our bodies coming together again and again.
A montage of pleasure.
The perfect mix of image and sound.
Of his need and mine.
Again, I come quickly, pulsing around him, pulling him closer, taking him deeper.
He works me through my orgasm, then he moves harder, faster, using me the way he needs.
His lips go to my neck. Then it's his teeth against my skin. His nails against my thighs.
Enough to hurt.
To hurt in a way I like.