Page 34 of The Rebel

His thumbs and forefingers are over mine, guiding me, rolling my nipples. I’m doing it under his instruction and it’s so damn hot I feel dampness between my legs.

‘Don’t stop,’ he says as his hands slide lower, fingertips fluttering over my ribcage, dipping in at my waist, skirting my hips before delving into the elastic of my shorts.

He pushes them down and they fall, pooling at my feet. I kick them away and suck in a breath when his hands palm my ass. He kneads while watching me play with my nipples, his lips slightly parted, his breathing shallow.

I throb with wanting him but he makes me wait. Dipping a finger into the cleft of my ass while sliding the other hand around to the front.

I arch my pelvis forward and he tut-tuts. ‘Not so fast.’

‘I need you.’

‘And you’ll have me, but I want to play first.’

He slides a finger into me and I moan.

‘So fucking wet.’ His voice is rough and he stares at me in a daze as he continues to finger me. In and out. A low leisurely pace like he has all the time in the world to make me come.

I’m not that patient.

I’ve never done this before, tweaking my nipples while a guy tries to get me off and it’s super hot. But I’m naked and he has too many clothes on. I want to feel his skin against mine. I want it all.

I unbutton his shirt with fumbling fingers and he shrugs it off without stopping what he’s doing, expertly swapping hands.

‘My, my, you’re talented.’

The corner of his mouth kicks up. ‘I thought you would’ve already figured that out by now.’

‘I figure flattery will get me everywhere so the more I pile it on, the better you’ll be.’

‘High expectations. I can live with that.’ He watches me unsnap his button and unzip.

My heart pounds as I take him in hand and squeeze. He growls in response and I feel it all the way down to my toes. He lowers me onto the bed and I’m left hovering on the edge, cloying at an orgasm that’s just out of reach.

‘Patience,’ he says, reading my mind as he shucks off his boxers and pants. ‘We’re taking it slow tonight, remember?’

‘Get back here.’ I scoot backwards up the bed and pat it. He doesn’t need to be asked twice.

He lowers himself over me, propping himself up on his elbows and caging me with his impressive biceps. I arch my pelvis, so needy. He chuckles and nips my neck, his bite treading a fine line between pleasure and pain.

‘I love how you smell,’ he murmurs, trailing his nose against my skin.

‘And taste.’ He swipes his tongue from my collarbone to my ear, a long lick that sends a shiver of desperation through me.

‘I need you inside me now.’

When he looks at me with an amused quirk of his brow, I add a demure, ‘Please.’

He pushes off me momentarily and that foil ripping is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. We have all night to do slow. But he’s driven me mad with his push-pull behaviour and now I want to show him exactly how good we are together—between the sheets, of course.

I watch him roll on the condom. It’s beyond erotic because I know what taking him in my hand feels like. The strength of him. The length. The breadth. Magnificent.

But he’s not done toying with me yet. He rests his hands on my thighs and gently pries them apart. My legs fall open willingly. I know what’s coming and my nerve endings zap in anticipation. He’s very, very good at this.

His stubble tickles the inside of my thighs as he kisses his way towards where I want him most. I wriggle impatiently and he murmurs something that sounds like ‘fuck me’.

‘Believe me, that’s all I want to do,’ I whisper, ending on a moan when he swirls his tongue over my clit.

He lifts his mouth. ‘Better?’

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