Page 69 of Apples Dipped in Gold
“I shared in your misery,” I said, brushing a stray piece of her hair behind her ear.
“I wish—”
She stopped short of speaking aloud, and I offered her a small smile.
“There is no undoing what has been done,” I said. “I think all there is to do now is to forgive ourselves for what we did not know.”
She shifted closer, her lips brushing over mine.
I held my breath to hold myself back. If anything more happened, I wanted her to lead. Then she slid her leg over my torso as she kissed me, and when she sat back, her heat settled over my sex. It felt glorious, even though I was clothed.
She froze, looking down at me, her hands on my chest. I rested mine under her knees.
“I have never done this before,” she said. “But I feel like my body knows what to do.”
“And what is that?” I asked.
We did not look away from each other as she moved, gliding over my cock. I tightened my hold on her, my hips rising, but she paused.
“Is this okay?” she whispered.
I swallowed hard. Of course it was fucking okay, I wanted to say, but all I managed was a nod.
She moved again, a slow pull forward and back.
It was the way she breathed that ignited me. The small gasp that came from somewhere deep in her throat. I tightened my grip under her knees and helped her move.
“Do you mind?” I asked.
Her eyes were dark and glittering as she shook her head, “No.”
“Kiss me,” I said.
She did as I commanded, and when our lips collided, I kissed her harder than before. We moved together, her hips grinding hard into mine. If I had been in control, I would have stopped to undress so I could feel her wet heat surrounding me, but there was too much momentum around what we were doing, and now all I wanted was to feel the pressure building at the base of my cock erupt.
“Have you ever come?” I asked.
I didn’t know what she might have done alone in the dark, and I was curious.
“I…I don’t know,” she said, breathless.
“Do you touch yourself?” I asked.
“Yes.”
Fuck. The bottom of my stomach tightened with her answer.
“Take off my tunic,” I said.
She hesitated only a moment but did as I commanded.
“Fucking glorious,” I said, squeezing one breast. My other arm remained behind her knee. “Now show me how you touch yourself.”
Her fingers trailed to the curls between her thighs, but she stopped short of teasing herself. I wanted to put her on her back and suck her clit into my mouth, but I wasn’t sure she was ready for something so forward.
“Kiss me again,” I said instead, and when she bent down, I shifted my hands to her ass, gripping her as tight as I could, moving her over my cock. I felt her clit brush across the bottom of my stomach, and a delicious moan came from her mouth. The pleasure overwhelmed any reservations she might have had as she took the lead.
I watched her, awed by the beauty of this moment.
