Love

"That won't work. My shaft won't slide in that easily, believe me, and it will hurt a lot more."

I flinched, remembering what Fenli had said at our wedding. He'll fuck you bloody.

He released a harsh breath.

"I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to scare you."

I watched him over my legs. He ran his knuckles down my side lightly.

The hard set of his lips loosened.

"Tell me that you enjoyed what I did to you on the roof," He murmured, there was a hint of need in his voice, maybe even vulnerability.

"Yes," I said breathlessly.

He leaned closer, his lips on my ear.

"What did you enjoy the most? My tongue fucking you? Or when I ran my tongue all the way over your inside ? Or when I sucked your spot?"

Oh god. I was getting wet again.

His deep voice vibrated through my body.

"I don't know."

"Maybe I need to show you again?" He pushed against my ankles, which were pressed against me until there was enough room for his hand to slip between them and my upper thighs.

He cupped me with his palm.

And I was about to lie down to make it easier for him, but he shook his head.

"No," he rasped.

"Stay like that."

His fingers began to move against my folds, four of them teasing, circling, rubbing. I rested my chin on my knees, breathing heavily.

He kissed my ear and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me against his side. It was strange, sitting up with my legs pressed against my chest as he touched me, but it felt incredibly good.

His erection rubbed against my outer thigh, his breathing hot against my ear.

"Chill," he said in a low voice.

There was a gentle pressure against my opening. I peered down between my legs.

He teased me with his small finger. He dipped the tip in, then circled my opening again before entering me again, sliding a bit deeper every time he did.

"Look at me."

I did, caught up in the intensity of his black eyes.

"You are so wet and soft and tight. You can't imagine how fucking good this feels."

His length slid along my outer thigh again. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue demanding entrance.

His finger slid into me, this time all the way.

It was only his small finger but I was thrilled. He began moving it inside me and I gasped into his mouth, jerking my hips, needing more.

He pumped in and out slowly, his thumb rubbing my spot. I could feel pleasure building again and I moved my pelvis in sync with his finger.

He pulled away his hand, eliciting a sound of protest from me.

He laughed, a deep rumbling in his chest. He knelt in front of me and pushed my legs apart, then he looked up at me. He traced his index finger over my folds, then rubbed my opening with it.