Page 38 of One Steamy Pucking Meet Cute

Her desire is everything.

“Want to know something I’ve never told you?” I whisper.

She jerkily nods her head, keeping her eyes closed.

“Watching you get off is the closest thing I have to a kink. I didn’t realize it completely until we stopped hooking up. But it’s true. There’s just something about it. Fuck,” I hiss through my teeth, eyes hungrily taking in the way she’s writhing from nothing but my fingertips on the edge of her panties.

“I dream about it, sometimes,” I say. Now, I use the flat of one knuckle to slide my touch down from the top of her underwear. It glides over the swell of her mound.

Her breath catches, and she goes absolutely still. When I teasingly bring my knuckle back up toward her belly button, she starts lifting herself, urging me to touch her where we both know she wants me to touch her.

“I dream about watching you come for me. Again and again. My favorite is the one where I catch you touching yourself and moaning my name.” I smile at how her eyes finally snap open at that, locking with mine. “It’s so fucking hot.”

Caroline’s tongue slips out over her lips. Slowly, purposefully, she moves her fingers between her legs. Her throat twitches as she swallows hard.

“Holy shit,” I whisper.

The corner of her mouth twitches. I drag my gaze down to her fingers, watching as they press against the silky fabric of her underwear, circling. I watch how she does it. Studying the motions she uses to get herself off–memorizing them. After all, who better to teach me how she likes it than herself?

I’m consumed by my fantasy playing out before me. She’s breathing harder, and I’m kissing her nipple again, hands roaming her body. I move my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply and loving the immediate intensity of her motions. She’s so turned on she can barely hold it in, and she’s definitely not alone.

I occasionally pull away from the kiss to look down, watching her fingers move. She has slipped them inside her panties now, and her wrist is moving in a way that tells me she’s not just rubbing her clit anymore. She’s fingering herself.

I bite my lip as an idea occurs to me. I take her wrist, pulling her hand out of her panties and up between us. She looks a little worried like she thinks she’s done something wrong.

So I smile, meet her gaze, and put her two still-wet fingers in my mouth, sucking her taste off them.

Her whole body tenses at that.

“Are you close?” I ask.

She nods.

“Still trying to make no sound?” I ask. “That’s admirable.”

Caroline actually looks a little worried now.

“You’re not just going to be moaning my name, though. You’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come. You’ll still be feeling it tomorrow.”

I enjoy the look of shock on her face as I lower my face between her legs. I still haven’t taken her panties off, and there’s a dark, wet patch from her arousal already marking the fabric. I hover just inches from her so she can probably feel the heat of my breath, and then I turn my head just slightly to kiss the inside of her thigh.

She lets out a breath, opening her legs wider, practically urging me to kiss her where she wants it.

Not yet, Princess. I reach up, running my hands down the sides of her body and then beneath her, cupping her ass and lifting her hips off the bed. I breathe in deep, then press my lips to her mound, to her hip bone, to the tops of her thighs.

She’s pumping against me, body all but begging now.

I know how close she must be. How long would it take to make her come like this with my mouth? Seconds?

I press my lips to her clit through the fabric of her panties and she shudders, letting out a gasp. To her credit, she still hasn’t made an actual sound beyond increasingly heavy breathing. We’ll see how long that lasts.

I give her about three seconds of contact before I’m too worried she’ll come. Then I pull back, making her wait in what has to be pure agony.

She lifts her head, giving me a confused look.

“Not yet,” I say, smirking. “I think I’d like to hear you ask for it. Nicely. Desperately would do, too.”

Caroline’s nostrils flare. I know her well enough to know I’ve triggered her stubborn nerve. She’s thinking it won’t happen. Even in the middle of all of this, she’s determined to prove me wrong.

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