The Questions
CULLEN
I felt the change in her body before she even snapped.
Her spine stiffened, her breath caught, and then just like that, her mouth was moving, her voice sharp and cutting through the moment between us.
“I already told you about this on our wedding night. Does this mean you didn’t believe me?” she said, her tone tight. “Just like you said?”
Shit.
I froze for half a second, the sting of her words slicing right through the haze I’d been floating in. She was on a roll now, and I couldn’t blame her. Honestly, I slightly remembered that night, that conversation. I remembered being an ass. Really rude. Dismissive. Distant. Defensive. Name it.
And the last thing I wanted, the last, while I was kissing her, was for her to start reminding me of all the shit I had done. Because, let’s be honest here, there was a lot of shit. And we both knew it.
So, to shut her up, gently, before she spiralled, I kissed her again. Not rushed, not forceful, just enough to distract her, to bring her back here. To this room. To me.
And as my lips hovered near hers, I whispered, low and urgent, “Of course I do. Of course, I believe you.”
Then I smiled against her mouth and added, “It just makes me so high to hear you say it. To know that I will be the only one for you.”
She blinked. Paused.
"What about you, how many women have you been with?"
I frowned. I was not expecting that kind of question from her, I have slept with too many women to start counting now. They didn't mean anything.... But she does. She means everything
Her mouth curled, just barely, as she muttered something under her breath.... I kissed Sarah hard. For a moment she froze, then she returned the kiss with the same force. I deepened the kiss, my hands coming down on her hips and I picked her up and placed her softly on the bed. I got in after her, stretching out over her. I supported my weight with my elbows as I kissed her harder.
She returned the kiss with as much need. I slid my hand under her dress, fingers trailing over her smooth thigh. I wanted her, had never wanted anything as much. I leaned down and kissed her slowly, letting her scent and taste engulf my senses, before I drew back. Her cheeks were flushed.
“You are mine.”
She didn't refute my statement and I pushed her dress higher until I pulled it off her. My eyes immediately went towards her erect nipples through her bra. I trapped her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and began moving it back and forth slowly, feeling it harden even more. Sarah shifted her legs. Was she feeling it between her perfect thighs? I tugged, and she let out a low moan. Her eyes found mine. Surprise and shock flashed across her face.
I tugged at her nipple once more and her lips fell open with a gasp. My eyes on her face, daring her to stop me, I lowered my mouth to her breast and cupped her nipple with my lips, and sucked it lightly through the fabric. That stopped any protest she might have had in mind. I watched her hooded eyes as I sucked harder. I slid a finger over the edge of her bra and tugged it down, revealing the pink nub.
“Cullen,” she said hesitantly but I didn’t allow her time for more words.
I swirled my tongue around her nipple, then pulled back to watch Sarah press her legs together. She tasted amazing, like clean sweat and something sweeter. I lowered my mouth again, traced the tip of my tongue around the edge of her nipple, then slid to the centre and nudged, then licked her nub with languid strokes of my tongue. I sucked the small pink nipple into my mouth, relishing in the taste and Sarah’s shivers. She moaned again. If playing with her tits made her come undone, I couldn’t wait to dip my tongue between her silky folds.
I took my time with her nipple, wanting her to beg me for release. She ground her hips into the mattress in obvious need but didn’t say the words. My erection was rubbing painfully against the fabric of my briefs, driving me almost insane. Done with being patient, I brushed my palm up her inner thigh. Her muscles tensed under my touch but she didn’t stop me. I held her gaze as my fingers brushed the crook between her thigh and pussy. Still no sign of protest. Instead, she opened her legs a bit wider, trusting in her eyes.
Fuck.
I claimed her mouth for a fierce kiss and slipped my fingers under her panties and over her soft folds. She was so fucking aroused, so fucking ready to have me take her. Her body was practically begging for it, but that fucking trusting look in her eyes ruined it all. I ran my thumb up slowly until I brushed her clit. She bit her lip, hips rising up from the bed. I kept my eyes on her face, relishing in the twitches of pleasure, the wonder at how I could make her feel with the simple touch of my thumb.
The look in her eyes anchored me, and I needed it to, because my body wanted more. But I knew I couldn't take more from her tonight, not like this. Not here.
My thumb moved in slow circles over her wet flesh, and her gasps and moans became less controlled. She clutched my arm, and I kissed her hard, swallowing her cry as she tumbled over the edge. Her eyes fell shut as she shuddered, and for the briefest moment, I considered taking her, indulging in my needs. Then she looked up at me, shy and embarrassed and guilty, and I knew I wouldn't be able to do that.
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