Deception

Chapter 27

49 days before

She looked beautiful. Hell, she looked perfect. She had kicked off the sheet in the middle of the night, exposing her naked body, no longer covered by the tiny nightgown she had pulled off earlier. The sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting horizontal bars of light over her figure. I trailed my fingers over the darkened areas of her body in an attempt to entertain myself while she slept. 

It was hard to say how long I had been watching her. My legs were crossed with a bowl of cereal resting on my lap. Her chest moved up and down, followed by the light snores that she would always deny when she woke up. Her hair was still loosely tied in the little blue ribbons she'd put on the day before. I could only think of her riding me with her hair up in a ponytail, looking like a naughty little schoolgirl.

She was on her back, giving me the perfect view, her left hand across her stomach and the right in their "comfortable place" between her thighs. I didn't even try to push the dirty thoughts from my head, imagining her getting off with her own fingers. I couldn't say it was my first time thinking of it either.

It was well after noon but I hadn't bothered waking her up, instead opting to watch her sleep. I ran the images of her thanking me last night through my mind. Her delightfully soft lips on my skin never failed to excite me but last night was different. I felt like she actually wanted me, no, needed me.

I couldn't get over how in love with her I was. Every single bit of her intrigued me, especially her mind. She was complicated to say the least. She cared too much and I loved that. She was wonderfully beautiful, her body just a bonus. A great one, though. I was fucking lucky to have her and I wouldn't let myself forget it.

I studied the marks on her skin; the cluster of freckles on her hip, the faded scar on her shoulder, especially the light pink bruises on her neck left in the wake of my tongue. She shifted in her sleep, crossing her arms above her head. Her hips bucked upwards, slowly swiveling the way they did last night.

Her lips parted slightly, releasing a soft moan. Her hand reached out, groping the air for something while she bit down on her lip. Another moan slipped off her tongue, my name crystal clear in her lightly accented voice. I leaned forward, watching intently as she continued, slightly spreading her legs. Her hand reached down, probably trying to thread her fingers through my hair like she normally did. Instead, her fingers met her skin, slowly stroking as she released another moan into the air.

Fuck, that was hot.

Her eyebrows furrowed together as she repeated the motion a few more times, not familiar with her own touch. She woke with a start, her hand still between her legs.

"Had a nice dream?" I smirked, spooning cereal into my mouth. She looked down to her hand, studying her fingers, shining with moisture.

"Did I..." she asked, her voice still slow and tired. Her eyes were only half open. I nodded, smiling.

"Miss my tongue that much?" I joked, running my index finger up the inside of her thigh. Her skin was as hot as the air around us, beads of sweat already forming on her forehead.

"Actually, yes." she pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them. I laughed, placing the bowl on the dresser before I climbed off the bed to get down on my knees in front of her. "What are you doing?"

I didn't answer, pulling her to the edge of her bed. She moved her legs apart, tangling her fingers in my hair. "By the way, nobody's home." I grinned.

"So?" She knew exactly what I meant but I knew she just wanted me to say it.

"So you can scream my name as loud as you want."