Willa looks up at me with disbelief. “Don’t stop? God. Oh my God, Knox. I’m so embarrassed. I never would have...I don’t...but…”
The blush on her cheeks turns me on as much as it breaks my heart. “Do it, baby. It feels good, right?”
“I can’t…” she hesitates.
“Hell yes, you can. You are,” I cajole, desperately wanting her to continue. “Does it feel good to let go? To touch yourself?”
She leans back on the mound of pillows and relaxes her shoulders ever so slightly before nodding her head and biting her lower lip. “Uh-huh.”
Christ Almighty. Can you die of a heart attack at age nineteen? Can you die from the sheer ecstasy born of watching a woman touch her own body?
“Finger yourself, Willa. And not just because I’m a horny bastard and it’s fucking hot to watch. The release is so good, baby. It feels so damn good when you come, doesn’t it?”
“I…” She closes her eyes and I watch the sheet ripple as her hand caresses her pussy. “Yes. God, it feels so good. I was so lonely when we weren’t together, but sometimes, I’d…” Her voice trails off as she slips her fingers inside her body and moans with pleasure. “I would touch myself and think about you. About our time together.”
Her admission shouldn’t make a primal part of me happy, and I’m half-ashamed to admit that it does. But it just makes the disparity in our situation so clear. I’ve been the King of Debauchery while she carried our child and devoted her life to being a single mom.
I wish I could take it all back. I wish I could change things. I can’t erase our past, but I can give her this. Tentatively, I take a step toward the bed. She keeps her eyes on me and her hand between her legs, so I take that as a good sign and move forward to stand before her at the edge of the bed.
“I can leave if you want. Walk right out that door, down the steps, and out to my car. I’ll go for a drive, and you can pretend this never happened. Just close your eyes, forget you saw me, and go back to making yourself feel good. Rub that sweet pussy. Get your fingers wet and slick and touch yourself—your clit, your belly, your tits. Take your time and make yourself come so hard you scream. Then do it again. That’s option number one.”
Her breath hitches. “What’s option number two?”
I look right in Willa’s gorgeous eyes. “Option number two is that I crawl into this bed with you and make your pleasure my fucking mission.”
She whimpers, so I peel back the covers and trace the curve of her calf with my fingers.
“Knox,” my name is an unanswered question on her lips.
“Up to you, baby. It’s always up to you. I can leave. Or I can stay.”
“I want that,” she breathes, reaching her arm up over her head and exposing one full breast. “I want you to stay.” She’s killing me, and she knows it. I kind of love it.
Ripping my hoodie off, I toss it to the floor to join Willa’s clothes. I’ll keep my joggers on—today is all about her—but it’s hot as fuck in here, and my girl likes my tattoos, so shirtless it is.
“Knox, this...this doesn’t mean anything, though. It can’t…”
Her words are like a knife, but I let the pain roll through me. “Baby, this means everything,” I tell her honestly. “But you don’t have to think about that now. Let me hold it for you. All you need to think about is how good my body makes your body feel.”
She whimpers and I take that as I sign.
“You want me to make you feel good?” I ask, and she nods. “Want me to pick up where you left off? To feel how wet you are?”
Willa’s legs fall to the sides, knocking the covers aside and putting her gorgeous naked body out on full display. Once again, I grip my dick to keep from coming. “God, I love the way you look,” I say as she blushes. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, I tip her chin up. “I fucking dream about you, about this. I have for more than a year. I used to have these dreams that we were fucking. I’d come in my sleep like a goddamn teenager and wake half the house from shouting your name.” She’s panting as I pin her other arm above her head and lean over her body, looking my fill.
I slide my hand down her belly and tease her entrance with my fingers. Jesus. “But here you are, and you’re real, you’re in my bed, and you’re so fucking wet for me.” I close my eyes. The sensation of her sweet soft flesh is almost too much. I tease her folds and add another finger, entering her and reaching for that sensitive spot inside. Willa moans and I know I’ve found it. As cliché as it sounds, it feels like coming home. My body knows hers.
Withdrawing my fingers, I lift them to my lips, lick and suck. She tastes so goddamn good and looks so goddamn hot that I get a little messy, but I don’t care. My hands grip her ass and scoot her forward toward the head of the bed, as I settle my shoulders in between her thighs and drop open-mouthed kisses on her mound. I’m loud and hungry, and I don’t care. No one’s home. And even if they were, I’ve waited so long for this that I don’t give a shit. The only thing that matters right now is making my girl lose her damn mind over and over again in my bed. My lips, my tongue, my hands, my dick. They’re all hers—all devoted solely to giving her as many epic orgasms as her sweet body can handle.
“Knox,” Willa gasps, her nails digging into my biceps as I dive into her pussy with my tongue. Breathing in the scent of her, I feel drunk in the very best way. I could do this all day, but from the sounds of it and the way her small hands grip my arms, my girl isn’t lasting much longer. I fuck her with tongue, my moans joining her as she crests over the edge.
I inch my way up the bed, lying next to her and wrapping her in my embrace, one arm under her head, and the other resting on her belly. The look on her face is delirious, and fuck me, but I put that smile there, and I’m pretty damn happy about it. Dropping a kiss on her temple, I whisper, “Did that feel good?”
She smiles and answers, “So good.”
“Just wait until it’s my dick,” I say, parting her sweet lips with my fingers and teasing her pussy once again.
“Knox, it’s too soon, I’m...ungh…”
