Page 36 of Ask Me Something

He looked both agitated and aroused at the same time. “I need more time than tonight, and it will be planned.”

“What exactly would you need that much time for?” My voice was a whisper.

His wicked grin made me crave his touch even more. “Because I want to eat your pussy for days, kiss every inch of your body, and then fuck you until you can barely walk.”

I couldn’t breathe. No man had ever turned me on with just his words. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep if you don’t touch me now.” My voice was raw. I couldn’t believe I was on the verge of begging for sex.

“Has it really been over a year?” He aligned his hips to mine, rubbing his erection into my center.

“Oh, God.” I couldn’t process his question with that distraction.

“Tell me, and I’ll take care of you.” His voice was seductive and low and unlike anything I’d ever heard from him.

“Yes, it’s been since I lived in Charlotte,” I admitted.

He stopped and looked at me intensely. “No one in New York?”

I shook my head. “I’ve been busy with the job and—”

He held a finger to my lips. “Sash, you don’t need to justify it. It turns me on even more that it’s been that long. No wonder you’re frustrated, honey.”

He kissed me then with one of his hands gripping the back of my neck and the other one palming my sex over the outside of my pajama bottoms. “I can feel how wet you are through the fabric.” He massaged me with both his erection and fingers.

The friction wasn’t enough. I needed more. “Please, I need to feel you.”

“If I touch you, I won’t be able to stop. You’re like water to a thirsty man. You don’t know how much I want to taste you.”

I had visions of him putting his face where his hand was and whimpered. I was close, and he wasn’t even touching me skin on skin yet.

“That’s it. I know you’re almost there.” He rolled his hips into me, rubbing harder.

Before I could respond, the wave hit me. My body tightened, and I arched into him.

He grabbed my ass and pushed his center flush with mine, absorbing my climax against his hard body.

“Bri—” Panting for air and limp against him, I was very aware of the hardness straining against his pants and nestled between my thighs.

He kissed my forehead. “Whenever you start to think this isn’t what we should do, I want you to picture how much better that will be with our clothes off and after the fourth time.”

His words sent a shudder through me. Jesus, had he just made me come without actually touching me directly?

Reluctantly, he pulled away, kissing me one last time before stepping back.

I shivered with the loss of his heat and was left gripping the couch in order to keep from falling on my face.

“Are you all right to go upstairs?” he smirked.

I nodded, unable to say anything else. It wasn’t often that the best orgasm of your life came from being dry humped against the back of a basement sofa.

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