Virgin Bride(86)

“Better,” she gasps. “Fuck, Logan. Better.”

I smirk and press my fingers in deep before going back at her clit. I pump my fingers faster, harder, sliding in and out, licking her clit, sucking it harder. She’s moaning and her body is damp with sweat, and it’s taking every ounce of my energy not to fuck her right here and now.

It’s not the time for that yet, though. I need to get her off, work this body. She deserves it and I want to give her the pleasure that I’ve been promising.

Her whole body begins to stiffen and I know she’s close. Her moans are louder, more insistent, and she can’t stop saying my name. I reach up with my free hand and feel her breast, teasing her nipple, as I continue to fuck her with my fingers, sucking her clit with my lips.

She tosses her head back and moans, her whole body stiffening. “Come for me,” I say, pumping my fingers into her. “Come on, pet, come for me.”

“Fuck,” she moans, low and loud, and her whole body spasms.

I don’t let up. I keep pumping my finger and licking her clit as she comes. I can practically feel her pussy clench as the orgasm takes her over, her whole body moving in waves of pleasure.

It slowly dies down. We slow together and eventually stop. She collapses back onto the cot, flushed and breathing deep, and I sit back to admire her.

She’s fucking gorgeous. Goddamn, I find myself amazed every time I see just how beautiful she is. It’s like she was built for me. I love her small, pink nipples and her deep eyes. I love her full lips and the curve of her chin. I can’t help but stare at her and wonder how the fuck I got so lucky.

“Wow,” she says finally, a smile on her face.

I grin back at her. “That’s just the beginning, you know.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “I’m not sure it can get any better.”

“It can. I promise.” I smirk and lean forward, taking her chin. She lets me kiss her, slow and soft.

When I finish, I pull her toward me, letting her rest her head in my lap. I softly knead her shoulders as she curls up next to me.

“Tell me something,” I say. “What do you miss the most about home?”

She’s quiet for some time, and for a second I think she didn’t hear me. But then she speaks up, breaking the silence.

“There’s not much, if I’m honest,” she says. “My father is a bastard. An abusive bastard.”

I sigh. It’s fucking always that way, isn’t it? We can’t have normal lives. Not if the world has anything to say about it.

“Wasn’t there anything that even he couldn’t ruin for you?”

“One thing,” she says softly.

“What?”

“I don’t want to say. It’s like ... ” she trails off.

“A treasure,” I say for her.

“Exactly.” She sits up and looks at me. “It’s a treasure. I don’t want to share it with anyone.”

I smile and kiss her forehead. “What if I shared a treasure of my own with you?”

She looks skeptical but she nods. “Okay. Try me.”

I take a deep breath and let it out. I have so few good memories from my childhood, so few precious things to share with her. What few precious memories I do have, I rarely ever share with someone. They’re like diamonds to me, and I’m afraid that they’ll lose their luster if I bring them out into the open.

But I need to win her trust. I’m running out of time. Besides, I feel like she’ll understand more than anyone else.

“There was a game,” I say. “When I was really young. It was this Pac-Man game. I used to play it when I’d go to the arcade. It’s stupid, but I used to lose myself there, spending every single last dime I had to play level after level.” I shake my head, smiling at the good memory. “That’s still my happy place, I guess. Pac-Man.”

She smiles and for a second, she looks radiant. The sunlight bathes her through the tiny window and she cocks her head at me.

“Pac-Man, huh?” she asks. “I didn’t take you for a videogame man.”

“Just back then,” I say. “I haven’t played since.”

“For me, it’s the beach.” She puts her head back down in my lap and I continue rubbing her shoulders. “We used to go there when I was younger. I was allowed to go to the ocean alone and walk along the water, and I’d walk for miles. Once, my father’s staff even called the police, because I was gone all day.” She laughs softly, clearly lost in a good memory.

“So you miss the ocean?” I prod.

“I do. I really miss it.”

“What if I said I could give you the ocean?”