Page 135 of The Faking Game
“Yes, I can do that,” I promise. There’s a pulsing between my legs, so close to where his hands are inching my fabric up. I’m not sure I can handle it if he touches me there.
I’m not sure I can handle it if he doesn’t.
“Good. Because your body tells the truth too.” He kisses down my skin, and I have to brace my hands behind me on the velvet table to keep from falling over. “Your nipples get hard. You might get wet for me. All of that is honest.”
He kisses along my tits, my nipples. He pulls one into his mouth, and the wet, warm feeling makes my breath stutter.
“When I did this last time, while you used your vibrator?”
“Yes?” I struggle to find the word. It’s a hard one. Just one teeny syllable.
“I wanted to see all of you. Wanted to touch you more than I wanted my next fucking breath.” His hand slides up between my legs and brushes over the fabric of my panties. “Right here.”
His fingers stroke up and down in slow, exploring touches that make me shiver. And when he brushes over my clit, my breath catches. “That’s where you usually touch yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Tell me if I can keep going. Tell me if I can pull these panties down and look at you.” He brushes his lips against my ear. “Do you remember your safe word?”
I nod, and I thinkthis is it. I’ve wondered what his hand would feel like, if it washimand not my own and not a vibrator. His hands slide up beneath the silk of my dress.
He grips the sides of my panties.
“Good. Lift up for me, sweetheart.”
I do what he says, and he slides them down my legs, hooks them over one of my feet, and then leaves them on the other.
My knees close on instinct. I’m still covered by my silky dress, and there’s nowhere to run, but I don’t need to run. Because he’s him, and I’m me, and there’s trust in this.
“Lie back for me… Just like that. That’s my girl.” He stands between my bent legs, and I’m stretched out on the pool table. It’s hard beneath my back, the velvet soft under my fingers. “Look at me.”
I do. At the width of him, the dark eyes, the scar through his eyebrow. He looks like a man ravenous. He looks at me in a way that would have made me nervous if it was anyone but him.
Any situation but us.
I asked him what he wanted. I pushed him, and here he is, showing me just how much he wants me.
His hands are warm on my knees. “Open for me.”
I do, my bent knees splitting, and I can’t look at him, but I can’t look away either.
“A bit wider… and there you are.” His eyes are locked between my legs, and the world ends. But then it restarts with his rough voice. “Fuck, you’re so pretty. Look at that.Look at you.”
But I’m watching him instead, and the look on his face. His large hand runs down the inside of my thigh. “So fucking perfect. You’re already glistening a bit for me. That’s what I meant, baby. Your body doesn’t lie. Your perfect pussy is honest.” He brushes a finger along me, and my breath catches. “Look at all that pink.”
“West…”
His hooded gaze meets mine. “Does it feel strange, being so exposed to me?”
I nod. Heat pools in my stomach, the only part of me covered by the scrap of silk I made to tease him. I put it on and felt brave, and wanted, and daring. “But good too.”
“You’re doing great. So brave, showing yourself to me.” His fingers feel like fire against my bare skin. No one has ever touched me there, no one but me, and it feels so different when it’s not your own hand.
When he brushes over my clit again, and I moan at the sensation, his lip curls. “Perfect little clit,” he says. He makes a soft drumming motion over it, and the sudden rhythm makes me gasp. “That’s it. See how beautifully you’re reacting? It lets me know what you like and what you don’t.”
He starts circling, a steady motion that slowly makes my joints relax and pleasure spike through me. It’s better than when I do it. It’s better because it’s his hand, and his hooded gaze, and he’s murmuring to me, telling me how good I’m doing. How much I’m pleasing him, stretched out like this in front of him, how pretty I am. How me getting wet for him is making him hard.
I didn’t know that it could be like this.
