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My cheeks flush and I barely manage to stifle my moan.
He rolls me so that I'm lying on my back and he's hovering above me. “The choice is all yours.”
I don't think anymore because I won't let myself. I want this moment with him. I want him to do something that no one else has ever done.
I push my shorts down and put my hand on top of his before placing it directly over my panties.
His eyes darken and he bites his bottom lip and groans when his thumb slides along the damp crotch of my panties.
He strokes me in a teasing motion and I suck in a breath.
I close my eyes again because I can't be this brazen while looking at him. Especially when I’m about to do this.
I reach up and quickly unbutton the first three buttons. Then before I can talk myself out of it, I find the front clasp of my bra and undo it. The air causes my now exposed nipples to pucker and I fight back a shiver.
“Christ, your tits are perfect,” he growls, low and husky, right before his warm mouth closes over one of my nipples and he begins sucking.
The flick of his tongue is both hungry and feral. Our moans mix together, his deep and raspy; mine needy and frantic.
He moves to my other breast, his tongue laving it with the same attention.
I open my eyes and look down. The sight of his head buried between my cleavage and his big hands cupping and kneading me is almost too much to take.
In an act driven by pure lust and desire, I reach down and move my panties to the side, baring myself to him completely.
His mouth curves into a slow grin before his eyes become hooded and his expression grows dark and sultry.
He spreads my lips and glides his fingers along the moisture. “Do you know how long I've wanted to do this to you?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, my body suddenly in turmoil because as much as I'm in this amazing moment with him, I'm still trapped in other moments.
Horrible moments.
He pauses his movements and I feel so ashamed that I'll never be normal. “I'm sorry,” I whisper. “I'm sorry I'm so fucked up. You can stop. I don't want you to think you're doing something wrong when you're not.”
“Look at me, Lou-Lou,” he commands.
When I do he says, “You're not fucked up, you're beautiful. Every single part of you. Now, keep your eyes on me, got it?”
I nod and he rubs his thumb in a wet circle around my clit. “When I'm touching you, it's because I want to give you pleasure. It's never because I want to hurt you. Do you understand?”
I nod again and one of his fingers enter me. “Who's touching you right now?”
I look into his eyes. “You are.”
His thumb swirls around my clit again and I moan because it feels good....so fucking good.
I gasp when his finger goes deeper and a rush of wetness floods his hand. But I'm too far gone in ecstasy to feel any more shame.
“Fuck,” he groans.
He slips his finger out before entering me again. This time, he pushes two fingers inside me and starts moving them in and out of me in a perfect rhythm.
The sounds of his fingers pumping into my slickness fill the night air, further enhancing my arousal.
I fist the blanket. “Oh, god.”
“You like the way I'm touching you, baby? The way I’m finger fucking this sweet pussy of yours?”
“Fuck, yes,” I scream.
I don't know who this unabashed girl is writhing underneath him but I like her.
And the expression on Ricardo's face tells me he does too.
When I utter his name in a long, drawn out sigh, he curses under his breath.
He stares down at me from underneath his long lashes, his expression penetrating. “I love the way you say my name when I'm stroking your tight pussy.”
He gives me a cocky smirk. “And I can't wait to hear you scream it when I make you come.”
He coils his fingers deep inside me and flicks my clit with his other hand. My hips begin bucking and that's all it takes for me to completely unravel.
When I take my next breath, my clit throbs and stars explode behind my eyes. It's so intense I latch onto his fingers for dear life and scream his name into the heavens before sputtering a curse.
And that's when the trembles begin...because I feel something else entirely.
Fear.
I gave him so much more than my orgasm.
I gave him my heart.
And that was the most dangerous and stupid thing to do.
I push him off me and ignore the hurt across his face.
I pull my shorts up and start making my way out of the field when he grabs my elbow. “Whoa, what's the matter? Why are you ru
“That was a mistake.” He takes a step closer but I take a step back and cross my arms. “I love your father.”
“Goddammit. Stop saying that, Lou-Lou. We both know it's not true.”
He puts his hands on his hips and blows out a breath. “Maybe we moved too fast back there. That was my fault. I'll slow down, I promise. Come back and—”
“No!” I scream. “What don't you understand, Ricardo? I don't want you. I'm in love with your father. I already told you...I choose him.”
His face falls. “I know you're only saying these things to hurt me...and I know you're only hurting me because you're overwhelmed—”
“You're wrong...I'm saying it because it's the truth.”
I look down at the ground, fighting back tears. “Now take me home.”
Defeat splashes across his face. “Fine. Let's go.”
I look at the vases full of dandelions one last time and my heart crumbles.
I learned the cold, hard, truth back when I was a little girl.
Wishes never come true for girls like me.