“You scared of feeling, Sunshine?” I whispered, trailing my finger down the zipper of her jacket.
“I’m scared of a lot of things,” she admitted. “Yeah, I’m scared of feeling. Most of the time I’m scared of living and then you come along and I forget my fears.” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that and I don’t know what to make of it. I don’t know what to make of you,” she whispered.
In my life I had power over people, lived for it but I don’t think I got high off it, until that moment. Having power over Reina’s feelings, over her in general, made me thirsty for more, eager to see what else I could pull out of her.
“Ask me again if I want to come inside,” I replied, lifting my hands to her face, my thumbs caressing her lower lip.
“Do you want to come in?” She croaked.
“Fuck, yes,” I hissed against her mouth, swallowing her gasp as my lips pried hers apart and my tongue slipped inside her mouth. She fell back against her door, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulled me closer.
I reached around her, keeping my mouth attached to hers, and felt around for the key. I turned the key and opened the door, nudging her inside the apartment. I turned her around and pressed her up against her door, taking her hands in mine, pinning them over her head as my teeth scraped along her bottom lip.
“Like it a whole lot knowing I’m the one making you feel. I’m going to make you feel all sorts of things tonight, Sunshine. Tonight, I’m going to take my time,” I vowed, tearing my mouth away from hers, my lips traveling down her throat. “Gonna make it so you feel me even when I’m long gone,” I murmured, leaning back to look at her flushed face.
Her eyes wide and alive, her body willing, she stared at me, licking her lips.
“You promise?”
“I swear it,” I growled, drawing down the zipper of her leather jacket. I reached her waist and hooked my thumbs beneath the elastic of her leather leggings and drew them down her hips. I dropped to my knees, working the fabric down her legs, until they pooled at her ankles. She kicked one boot off, I helped her with the second and once they were both off I pulled her socks and her pants off of her.
I wrapped a hand over each of her ankles and spread them so her feet were shoulder width apart. She had an intricate tattoo, rosary beads that wrapped around her ankle, marking her delicate flesh. I rubbed my thumb over the cross that was tattooed upon the top of her bare foot and wondered if there were any other tattoos to discover. My fingers traveled up her calves, her skin prickling under my touch. I squeezed her thighs and lifted my head to meet her hooded gaze.
My eyes locked with hers as my fingers skimmed the scrap of lace sheathing the part of her I needed most. The softest moan escaped her lips and her eyelids drooped.
“Eyes open, Sunshine,” I commanded, as I moved my hands to the elastic stretched across her hips. She dropped her hands to mine, shoving them away from her panties and hooked her own thumbs around the elastic.
I leaned back on my haunches, appreciating the view as she shimmied them down her legs, all the while keeping her eyes locked with mine. She stepped out of them, returned to the stance I had her in, her fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt. She kept one hand on the hem and the other felt around the wall for the light switch, the room engulfed in darkness.
“Please don’t ask me why,” she whispered.
The question of why she hid herself from me became lost on my tongue at the vulnerability portrayed in her voice.
“Fine,” I relented, running my hand along the outside of her thigh. “But you should know it doesn’t matter if the lights are on or not. You don’t have to hide from me because I’ll see right through you,” I vowed. “Never wanted to peel away the layers of a woman, but with you I can’t seem to help myself. I want you raw and exposed,” I admitted, trailing my index finger over the seam of her pussy.
“Shut up. Just stop talking,” she pleaded.
“What should I do instead?” I probed, as my cock hardened, pushing against the zipper of my jeans. The thrill of having her talk dirty, coaxing her with my fingers, begging for the words with my eyes had me drunk with power.
She gasped.
I removed my fingers, holding the relief she needed hostage, torturing us both.
“Say it,” I ordered.
“Put your mouth on me,” she begged, arching against the door.
“Not until you tell me what part of you I should taste first,” I said adamantly, cupping my cock through denim as I dropped my eyes to that pussy calling my name. I leaned forward and tantalizingly rubbed the tip of my nose against her heated flesh.
“There,” she hissed, her hands dropping to my shoulders as her body arched and rubbed against my nose.
I blew softly against her swollen lips, the scent of her provoking me.
“Say it,” I repeated, my tone harsher, more desperate as I began to lose my fucking mind.