Page 90 of Sundown Somewhere

One that only this man can satisfy.

Slowly dragging a single fingertip down my spine, Hux teases me, drawing out the moment. As if he knows that my insides are screaming for him already. That the need for him is trying to climb out of me. That if given the ability, I’d burrow myself inside him. A place I know I’m safe. Accepted. Adored.

“I want to do unspeakable things to you, Dolly.”

I shiver, the finger on my spine not relenting, even with his deliciously gruff words.

“Then do them.”

“Not now.” His voice deepens, eyes going dark. “Don’t you worry, I will. But right now, there’s something more important.”

“What?”

“Making you mine.”

The whole world stops. My heart, my brain, my breathing—all cease to function. That nameless feeling takes over again, hovering right there, making me lightheaded as the room spins.

Make you mine…

Those three words might have just replaced can I keep you as the most perfect thing a boy has ever said to a girl.

I nod, unable to do much more. Because how exactly does one respond to that? Please? Thank you? Fuck, yes?

A kiss.

That’s how.

It’s what Wendy asked of Peter, after all.

I push up on my toes, closing the small distance between us, gently pressing my lips to his. It’s sweet, innocent, and borderline chaste, especially given that he’s already kissed me harder, and I’m naked, but it’s more about the response than the action. About letting him know I’m already his. I have been since that day on the playground in the third grade.

He responds in kind, slowly drawing out the moment, kissing me in return like we have nowhere to be. Like we have a lifetime to stand here, kissing, caressing, with no agenda or goal. No outside demands or lives to return to.

I lose myself in the moment, in the movements, in the feel of him like this. We continue, losing track of time, until Hux slides his hands to my ass, lifting me up in a move so smooth it feels like we’re dancing a ballet. A very dirty ballet.

Laying me down on the bed, he starts to work his way down my body, his beard tickling my sensitive skin. I giggle, unable to hold it in. That is, until he moves to my breasts, taking a taut nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it.

“Gahhhh…” I cry out.

“Just wait ’til I get to what I really want…”

Oh fuck…

I wiggle underneath his grasp, my core already on fire knowing exactly what he means. He doesn’t even have to say it. Hux has made it very clear how much he enjoys the art of coaxing an orgasm from me via his tongue. And he’s damn good at it. To the point where the mere thought of it makes me wet.

“Please…”

“Yeah?” Looking up at me, he slides farther down my body, spreading my legs, settling in between them. My pussy starts to tingle, Hux licking his lips as he stares down at me. “You saying you want my tongue on you?”

Placing a kiss on my inner thigh, he runs a finger though my wetness, spreading it through my folds, carefully avoiding my clit. I whimper, the contact too much and not enough, leaving me desperate for more.

He does it again, this time drawing large circles around the throbbing bundle of nerves, like he’s outlining a bullseye. Zeroing in on his target. I try to shift, moving my hips in the direction he’s going to go, but he’s on to me and pulls away.

“Oh, Dolly…naughty girl…”

“Hux!”

He chuckles, the borderline-evil sound reverberating off his bedroom walls and through me. It fuels the need in me, making me even more desperate. And he knows it.