Proving Paul’s Promise(59)

“Paul,” she says quietly.

I lift my head and look up at her.

“I’m officially afraid,” she says.

I stop what I’m doing. “Of me?”

She snorts. “No, I’m afraid you’re never going to get to my pussy with all that licking you’re doing everywhere else,” she cries, and she shoves my head toward her heat with an impatient hand.

“God, you’re so fucking bossy,” I say, but I slide down, wiggling until her thighs part so I can settle between them. I rock from side to side and push her open wide. “Give me some room,” I say. “I have broad shoulders.”

“I’m not a contortionist,” she huffs, but she pulls her legs farther apart. Her pussy is wet and glistening, and I can see the little piece of gold sticking out from between her folds where she has her hood pierced. And she has labia piercings, too. I have honestly never kissed a pussy with so much metal on it. But good God, I’m willing.

Since she’s giving me a hard time, I don’t even go easy on her. I suck her piercing into my mouth and give it a tug.

She cries out, and she rocks into my mouth. I hook the piercing with my thumb and very gently hold it out of the way, and then I suck her clit. She fists the sheets in her hands and closes her eyes and bites down on her lower lip.

She’s already close, so I slide two fingers into her heat and tip them up, making a come-hither motion against that spongy little spot inside her that I hope will make her go crazy. She stills. “So it does exist,” she breathes.

I laugh against her clit, and she growls.

“Do that again.”

I hum, sucking in gentle strokes, and suddenly, her body bows. She grabs my head and pushes my face into her pussy, and I lick and suck until I can barely take a breath, until I get every quiver from her arching body. I pull my fingers from inside her, and she watches as I stick them in my mouth and lick them clean. She’s so fucking wet that there’s a puddle under her on the sheets, and I love that I just did that to her. I wipe my face on the sheets and climb up her body until we’re nose to nose. I’m just going to rub noses with her because I just ate her out, but she takes my lips and kisses me solidly. Her tongue slides in my mouth, and she touches me in ways no one else ever has before.

“Fuck me,” she says. I look into her eyes. I want to correct her and tell her that I want to make love to her, but I know that will get me nowhere. She fists her hands in my hair, and I’ve just about had enough of that. I made her come buckets already, so I deserve to have a little of what I want. I take her hands in mine and anchor them against the bed sheets with my weight. She struggles for a moment, and then she whispers, “Okay.” She stills beneath my weight.

“My way,” I say.

She shivers. “All right.”

Her gaze lands on my chest, and she sees the butterfly. “When did you get that?” she asks.

“Today.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you and want to keep you close to my heart.”

“The butterfly is not broken.”

“Neither are you.”

Her breath escapes her in a huge rush, and tears fill her eyes. I don’t let her wipe them away. I hold on to her hands and press against her slick hole, nudging just barely inside.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I say, my voice guttural and harsh.

I kiss her, just because I can.

I push and meet resistance. “Relax and let me in.” She’s so fucking wet that she’s slippery. “Let me in, Friday,” I say.

She turns her head to look away from me.

I whisper in her ear. “You don’t have to tell me you love me back. I can wait. I’ll still love you no matter what.”

She whispers something, but her eyes are jammed shut and she has her head turned away from me.

“What did you say?” I stop pushing, stop trying to get inside her.

She tips her face up to mine. “I do,” she says quietly.

“You do what?” I whisper back. I can feel her heat wrapped all around me, but I’m not in fully. Will I ever be?

“I do love you,” she says. She tips her hips, her body relaxes, a smile breaks across her face, and I sink inside her to the hilt. “I do love you,” she says again. She wiggles her palms from under mine and takes my face in her hands. “I love you, Paul.”

I’m in her, balls deep, but I can’t move. I can just stare into her face because I’ve never seen such acceptance and trust in her green eyes. She’s usually so wary, but she’s open under me, allowing me inside her in every way possible. I let her hands go, and she wraps them around my neck. Her feet rest on the backs of my calves and she’s so open and so trusting.