Page 34 of That Secret Something

She pulled back, kissing along the inside of my thighs. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

My heart squeezed. “Really?”

“Mmhmm.”

I wanted to ask more. Surely she didn’t feel the same way about me as I did about her? I knew this sounded silly, because we’d just had sex—and she was still lying on top of me, completely butt-naked—but the idea that she could’ve felt like that about me for as long as I had about her seemed…ridiculous.

“And this too,” she said.

I jolted as her finger brushed over my opening.

Her attention flicked up to me, and a naughty grin spread across her face. “You remember what I said? About my fingers?”

I swallowed, newfound desire coiling in the pit of my stomach. This woman was insatiable. She teased me slowly, slicking her fingers in my wetness. I’d thought about this so many times. How Rebecca would fuck me. How her fingers would feel. I started to pulse, squirming underneath her touch. I met her gaze. “I remember.”

Her eyes burned into mine. “Good.” She sunk into me with her fingers, and I fell back onto the bed.

“Oh, fuck.”

She worked inside me slowly, letting me feel every glorious movement. I was still sensitive, and my body reacted instantly, craving more. I bucked my hips against her hand, and Rebecca let out a soft, throaty chuckle. She moved above me, supporting herself on one arm while her other continued its slow, torturous rhythm. Her gaze studied my face, clearly enjoying my frustration.

“Are you getting impatient, Jess?” She leaned down and kissed me, sending a thunderbolt of pleasure across my navel, then hooked her fingers upwards, reaching a new sensitive spot that almost made me sit upright. “I’m a pretty good listener… All you have to do is ask.”

I couldn’t think. My mind was completely absorbed by this woman and how she occupied all my senses. I was at her mercy, driven by this need to be taken apart by her, and her alone. I closed my eyes, soaking in her touch. “Please,” I begged.

All sense of self vanished as she fucked me hard and fast, her fingers working pure magic. I gripped her strong shoulders, taking everything she gave me, feeling another orgasm building in my core. Need thrummed through my body. I wanted to let it all go, but I didn’t want this to end. I didn’t want her to ever stop touching me.

I lay back and opened my eyes, finding Rebecca’s full of wild desire. The corner of her mouth ticked upwards, and then I caught the movement of her other hand. She was stroking herself while she fucked me. The sight of her glistening fingers—proof that she was hot for me—sent shakes down my legs. I’d never seen anything so fucking hot. My insides tensed, pressure building in my clit. The image of Rebecca touching herself like that would stay in my mind forever.

A second wave of ecstasy washed over me as I came undone around Rebecca’s talented fingers. Tremors shook my whole body, my muscles clenching. My chest heaved as I let euphoria engulf me. I wanted to drown in these waters. I could happily die here.

Rebecca slowly removed herself and lay down beside me. She pressed a kiss to my shoulder, but I hardly registered it; I was still somewhere up in the ceiling.

Good lord.

With wobbly legs, I rolled onto my side. The sight of her would’ve left me breathless if I’d had any breath left.

A slow smile broke across her face, and my insides melted. How could one woman have such a devastating effect on me?

Her eyes searched my face, lingering on my mouth.

“What are you thinking?” My mouth betrayed my thoughts once more, caught in a post-sex haze.

She delicately moved some hair from my forehead, her eyebrows drawing together slightly. She sucked in a breath and exhaled with the slightest shake of her head. “Just about you,” she said simply.

If I’d had the energy, I would’ve rolled my eyes. Because how bloody typical for Rebecca to answer with something cryptic. I let it go, refusing to let anything take away from this moment.

I lowered my hand, finding the courage to trace it down her soft skin and below the dip of her belly button. Rebecca inhaled sharply as I brushed over her folds, finding her soaked. Fuck. Feeling how wet she was awakened something deep inside me. I thumbed her swollen clit in soft circles, and Rebecca’s eyes dipped. I kissed her, sliding my tongue in slowly.

She moaned into my mouth, and I pressed harder on her, increasing the speed of my movements.

“I’m so fucking turned on,” she whispered, her voice low and gravelly.

Her strong legs trembled, and my breath caught. Was I going to make Rebecca Lawson come?

“Faster,” she said, half-command, half-plea.

I complied, soaking in how very good it felt to touch her. A low groan escaped Rebecca’s lips, pulling at my insides. The sexiest sound I’d ever heard. One I wanted to commit to memory.

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