Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
When there is nothing left for me to do in my rooms, I go out onto the balcony to see if he will appear there.
He doesn’t. When I tire of standing, I climb into my bed and wait.
I do not think I will be able to fall asleep. I do not even think I will be able to close my eyes. But the intensity of the day catches up with me, and I find myself drifting off.
The bed dips, but it almost doesn’t wake me. I’m only vaguely aware of another in my bed. I only come truly awake when the silky blindfold covers my eyes. I sit up, feeling him next to me, and take a deep breath.
With my heart racing, I know what needs to be done.
“I have a confession,” I say. I cannot stop my voice from shaking. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
He does not answer.
“Let me see your face,” I try next.
There is nothing but silence. He does not answer me. I slowly reach for the blindfold, but his large hands grip my wrist and stop me. I do not wish to disappoint him and so I still and then lower my hands, which he allows.
The bed groans as he moves, slowly and carefully, then brushes a kiss to my neck. It is the tenderest touch I have felt from him, and it breaks my heart. I cannot let this go on another moment without telling him the truth, yet I do not want to say what I must. I attempt to push him away, but it’s of no use. He places a hand at my hip, pinning me down and then his other thumb brushes along my lower lip. When I made wild plans in my head at the ball, I did not think they would come along with such doubt and pain.
“I’ve been with another,” I say, as quickly as I can, because I fear I will let his kisses distract me and avoid the matter completely. “I… I…” My voice cracks and I’ve lost the words I’d practiced earlier. I wait for his response but I did not expect what came next.
He slips his hand between my thighs. I gasp and my hands press against his chest, only lightly, and I do not push him away. He strokes gently at my folds, seeming to wonder at the evidence of my arousal, and then he slides two fingers into me slowly, as if he is…checking. When his fingers meet no barrier to stop him, he lets out a low groan of what seems like approval.
I whisper, “I slept with another. And so I must…I must tell you…I can’t… I didn’t mean to—”
He kisses me, silencing me as he does and pushing me onto the pillows. Still kissing me—even more deeply, but still softly, as if he thinks I may be fragile—he lifts my nightgown to my hips and spreads my thighs, then searches out my clit and rubs it in a gentle pattern.
It’s a far slower build than I am used to, but he is persistent. I feel the pleasure everywhere in my body by the time he dips his fingers into my opening and seems to be satisfied with what he finds there.
Then, still gently, he turns me over onto my stomach. He positions himself between my legs so I cannot close them and runs one hand down my back, all the way down to my bottom.
I gasp when he spreads my cheeks apart with the pad of one thumb, but he adds some pressure there, as if trying to soothe me.
He gathers more of my arousal from my cunt and strokes the wetness over my asshole.
“I…I’ve never—”
“Quiet,” he hushes me, and I do my best to quiet myself. It is the first thing he has ever said to me, though he did not truly use his voice. My heart races.
Sleep and pleasure drug me into submission.
He continues to draw my arousal up to my forbidden entrance, working it in as gently as he stroked my clit. I am not used to being touched there and cannot relax at first. He does not seem worried by this, although I cannot see his face, so I do not know for sure. I know he is persistent, adding pressure bit by bit, making my hole wetter so that when he slides his fingertip inside me, I cannot resist.
I must bury my face in the pillow and breathe, because the sensation is so foreign. I do not think I will ever get used to it, but he slides his other hand underneath me and strokes my clit.
I try again, as I turn my head from side to side on the pillow to tell him. But he heard me. He knows. And yet…
The pleasure helps me to relax. He does not make me come. I think if he did, his fingers in my ass would be too much. Still, I press my hips into his hand, angling them as best I can for more pleasure.