Page 46 of Love Him Like Water

“That’s for girls in bars,” I decided, feeling like I had a fairly good argument. “Not your wife,” I added, my fingers getting bold, teasing across his chest, exploring him in a way I knew I never would feel comfortable doing if I wasn’t still buzzing from the alcohol.

“You’re making this hard,” he said.

Oh, it was getting hard alright.

And that was the point.

“Lore,” he grumbled as I wiggled a bit on his lap.

Feeling bolder than I’d ever been before, I found myself reaching for his hand, taking it with mine, then sliding it down the front of my pants, pressing his fingers against where I was aching for his touch.

“Fuck,” he growled, finding me already wet and aching for him.

His finger slid up, teasing around my clit, as his other hand worked my button and zipper free, giving him more room to explore as he teased my clit, as his fingers slipped down and inside of me.

A throaty moan escaped me as my hips started rocking against his palm, my body crying out for more.

“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured against my ear, making my walls tighten around his fingers as they thrust.

“Please,” I begged, my body burning with need.

“I’m working on it, mouse,” he said, sounding amused as he pressed my clit a little harder.

“No,” I whimpered, too far gone to think about what I was saying. “I want you.”

“You have me,” he said.

“No,” I whined again, rocking harder against his touch, but it wasn’t giving me what I needed. “I need…”

“I know what you need,” he said, teeth nipping my ear. “Just relax.”

Ugh.

Why couldn’t he understand?

“No, I need you… here,” I said, pressing my hand against his, pushing his fingers in deeper.

That seemed to get his attention.

That rumbling sound I was beginning to love so much moved through him again.

“I told you we—“

“Please,” I cut him off, my voice rough with need. “Please,” I said again, smaller, sweeter.

Whatever was left of his control snapped.

His hand slid out of my pants as he pushed me to stand in front of him, then reached for the waistbands of my pants and panties, and yanked them down, waiting for me to step out of my shoes, then them, before sinking his fingers into my hips, and pulling me back down on his lap, this time straddling him.

“You need my cock that bad?” he asked, his hand going to his waistband, undoing his button and zipper, then reaching inside to free his cock.

Hard.

Straining.

So thick it almost looked painful.

“Yes,” I whispered, that ache inside intensifying just thinking of his hardness inside of me.

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