Page 51 of Solanum

"Not much does…"

"This will." I wagged my brows at her. "Shall we quench your thirst first?"

"You're just trying to distract me," she said, but nodded anyway.

"I am. Is it working?" I laughed as I reached between us, tickling her belly on the way down.

"Yes." She squeaked and squirmed around until I grabbed her still-hot pussy in my palm. "Oh." She drew in a sharp breath and leaned away a little. "I'm really sensitive."

"I kind of threw caution to the wind last night and took you a bit hard." I looked down at her and parted my index and middle fingers so that I didn't directly touch her clit. "Better?"

"Yes." She sucked in her breath and raked her teeth over my shoulder. "God, why am I like this every morning?"

"I think it's a comfort thing. You're sometimes anxious in the morning before work when I come to get you." We talked through the entire time I worked her in gentle strokes. She was still hot and wet against my digits, and it swirled the arousal in my core as usual.

"I'm…" She drew in a sharp breath. "Already—Car. Oh." She arched against me, her eyelashes fluttering when she came. Every inch of her shivered and quaked, and she dug her toes into my leg.

She breathed again, relaxing for a moment when her eyes widened suddenly. "Ah!" She got off a second time, bringing goose flesh to her skin, and her nipples hardened to nearly sharp edges along my arm. Her teeth chattered and she bit down on my shoulder again on her way down the slope.

"Two fast, delicious comes." I withdrew from her when she started jolting every time I so much as grazed her. "You're a little raw."

"Yes." She panted softly, rolling forward to lay fully on me again. I wrapped my arms around her, and she steadied as calmness engulfed her again. Not nearly as deeply as last night, but enough to spark a subtle afterglow. "You make me come so hard. Even when it's just…like this."

"I'm sure other people have gotten you there—"

"They haven't," she interrupted me with a light fire in her tone. "No one has. Not like this." She shook her head and drew in a slow inhale. "Never like this."

"Maybe…because I'm more cognizant of your needs."

"Maybe. You're completely selfless. Like you're doing it just to please me…"

"I am. But causing you pleasure brings me equal pleasure. I'm not sure if you'll believe that, but it's true."

"I believe what you say to me," she said. Her gaze met mine again. Her vast pupils and redder than usual lips always hinted at her increased arousal or recent release.

"Good. I suck at lying. The truth is my weapon of choice. Including too much of it."

She laughed softly and nodded. "That is a fact."

"Thanks for verifying," I said, laughing along with it. "Is your belly better?"

"Much." She nodded and stretched a little.

"Do you masturbate every morning?"

She nodded, a hint of shyness making it back to her expression. "Just about. Not always when I have my period or if I'm not sleeping at home."

"When we weren't sleeping together, did you get yourself off in our shared hotel rooms when I was there?" I grinned at the provocative question.

She laughed then, her discomfort leaving with it. "Not in the room. In the shower usually."

"Same, girl. Same." I laughed and she swatted my stomach.

"With your sensitive clit ring."

"Oh yeah. That little ditty was the best thing I ever did. A little rub here and there and I'm a goner."

"Yeah?" She nibbled her lip again then snuck her hand down the front of me. "If I touched you above your clothes right now, would you?"

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