Page 25 of The Wrong Reciprocation

Or…pleaded. Twyla's brain was jumbled and overwhelmed. Was he asking her or telling her? Did she have a choice? Was it truly up to her when he'd already brought them this far?

She parted her lips, ready to tell him to release her in so many ways but when she spoke, all she could do was parrot what he'd been saying since she realized she wasn't alone in the forest.

"Please."

The moment the word fell from her lips, Arturo sprang into action. He didn't feign ignorance, seemingly knowing exactly what she meant. Leaning in, he first pressed a kiss to those same curls he'd just sniffed, then he parted her lips with his tongue and began to devour her.

He lapped at her folds and ate with an ardent fervor.

And Twyla unravled. With her back against the tree, she plunged both of her hands into his short curls, gripping the strands and holding on for dear life. She wasn't gentle and neither was he. As the forest began to lighten around them and the fog dissipated, Twyla stared down at the man who, not too long ago, she was certain was her future husband. Arturo made her feel things in a way she hadn't in so long that she'd forgotten she had the ability to. It wasn't just the lust. It was the care, the consideration, the reassurance. There had been intention in every interaction they'd had. It didn't just give her hope, it gave her a plan. They were supposed to be locked in—two peas in a pod.

Twyla just hadn't expected the pod to be from the same family tree.

This is wrong.

Stop him.

Say something.

But what could she say right then that would mean anything? Arturo opened his eyes and looked up at her, his mouth full of her pussy, and Twyla knew there was nothing to be said. Then he slipped two of his thick fingers inside of her as he flicked his tongue against her clit and words came to her quickly.

"Holy fuck!" she squeaked. She wanted to yell, and scream, and cuss loud enough that the folks in the cabin down the mountain would hear her, but that wasn't feasible. They were doing a bad thing and no one could know about it.

The finger-tongue combo was all it took for Twyla to reach her climax. Arturo curled his fingers and tapped them against that perfect spot as he sucked on her clit like a piece of sour candy and she exploded into his mouth. She gasped out her release to keep from screaming and pulled at his hair to supplement her inability to be as vocal as she wanted to be. He didn't seem to mind, leisurely reducing the speed of his licks until he finally pulled away and stood up.

Instead of dropping her leg to the ground, he hooked her thigh over his hip and stared at her. Twyla's chest heaved as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to wash over her. She observed his face with a sick sort of pleasure, simultaneously loving and hating how glazed he looked after being between her legs.

"Arturo," she murmured, letting her hands fall from his hair to cup his face. When his eyes closed and his face relaxed into the picture of serenity, Twyla's heart skipped a beat. She needed him in the worst way.

The moment that thought crossed her mind, his brow creased and she wondered for a moment if she'd said it aloud. His eyes opened and when they met hers, she saw fire there that reflected the heat inside of her. Her pussy was still grasping for purchase and yet…

Eyes on hers, Arturo reached a hand between them and moments later, she felt the head of his dick press against her dripping slit. He didn't move further, didn't say a word. If he was waiting for something, Twyla wasn't sure. What she did know was she felt a desperation unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

"Twyla," he said, his voice strained. "Tell. Me. To. Stop."

Without a doubt, he was pleading with her.

Maybe he did need her permission to stop this. Maybe he could only do what she allowed him to. Or maybe he felt as desperate as she did and he wanted her to stop him so that he didn't feel guilty about pressing forward. And speaking of pressing forward, Twyla pulled his face to hers, smashing their lips together in a frantic kiss. Their tongues touched and it was as if a switch was activated for the both of them. He rolled his hips forward, breaching her with his hardened erection. Her jaw slackened, head fell back against the tree, and she moaned deep from in her belly. His lips landed on her neck once again and he peppered a trail up the column, kissing along her jaw, across her cheek until he covered her mouth with his own.

And when he bent his knees to grab her other leg, lifting her off of the ground and into his arms, he swallowed her answering gasp at the difference in depth.

She was too far gone to even be nervous about being lifted into the air. Her only thoughts were of Arturo and the feel of him inside of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as they kissed and he fucked her against the tree. Each stroke soothed an ache inside of her, reminding her that she'd had something good to call her own for a brief moment in time. Reminding her that this thing with this man once had the potential to be something great. Assuring her that she hadn't lost her mind. Hadn't made it all up.

None of this was fair.

{Mas?}

11

BALL KNOWER

Just after four in the morning, Twyla shot up in the bed. Though she had fallen asleep without issue, rest had not come easy. Her dreams were plagued with Arturo and what might have happened in that alcove if she had not come to her senses. The remnants from her erotically charged dream had her inner thighs slick and her nipples tight.

Looking across the room, she could just barely make out Vanessa's form under the duvet in the other bed. Twyla had no idea what time the other woman had come to their room. Realizing that sleep wouldn't revisit her, Twyla threw back her covers and walked carefully to the dresser where she had put her clothes. She pulled out a pair of shorts, a sports bra, and a tank top. After slipping on a pair of running shoes, she pulled her braids into a ponytail and headed outside for a short run.

The solitary nature of running always helped her to think clearly, and with everything going on lately, she could definitely use it. She took off from the back of the house down the trail through the forest with Arturo once again on her mind. More specifically, the words he'd said to her in that alcove (where is this scene??).

I want you too much to care about that other stuff.