Page 54 of The Moment We Know

Finished with all the buttons, Paige slowly shrugged out of the sleeves. “I came across it in my research.”

He grinned, knowing that ‘research’ was pretty much code for ‘watching porn’. “Really?”

“There’s also one for women, called the yoni massage.”

He registered what she was telling him, although it was a bit of a struggle to fully comprehend it when he saw the balconette bra she was wearing. The cups were cut very low and barely covered her nipples, which were clearly visible through the sheer, lacy fabric. Clearing his throat, David asked, “I’m guessing ‘yoni’ is the Sanskrit word for ‘vagina’?”

She almost pointed out that he’d said the word ‘vagina’ with hardly any issues, but decided not to. “Good guess. It loosely translates to ‘sacred space’.”

“Maybe I’ll have to do some research on that, so I can learn to massage your ‘sacred space’.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” she told him softly, as her hands started pushing the jumpsuit past her hips. “It’s actually recommended for women who’ve been abused, to help them become comfortable with their bodies again and reclaim their sexuality. It’s also meant to build strong trust between sexual partners.”

David was making a mental note to start researching it as soon as possible, so he could yoni the hell out of her—because, yeah—when the khaki material slid down her legs to the floor, treating him to the sight of her equally sheer, crimson lace panties.

“That’s nice,” he finally managed to say of the lingerie set, the words coming out of his throat like pieces of gravel.

“Thank you.” She climbed onto the bed and made her way up his body on her hands and knees. When she reached his thighs, she stopped to straddle him, getting comfortable. “I was worried it might be too … slutty.”

“You were worried for nothing.” He looked her over again, taking in more details now that she was closer. “It’s just the right amount of …” he trailed off as his eyes zeroed in on something previously overlooked. “Are those crotchless?”

“They are,” she confirmed with a hint of a smile, reaching for the container of coconut oil and unscrewing the lid. With her fingers, Paige scooped out a little chunk of oil, which at room temperature was semi-solid, and looked at him from under her lashes. “I’ll buy you some more. My hands are clean, but you’re probably not going to want to use this particular oil for cooking anymore.”

To be honest, David didn’t know if he’d even be able to cook with any coconut oil ever again, anyway, not once he’d had his cock massaged with it.

In her most soothing voice, Paige instructed him to close his eyes and relax, as she rubbed her hands together until the chunk of oil took on the consistency of lotion. “Breathe in the lavender scent of the aromatherapy candles to tantalize your senses—” she broke off for a second as David’s chest vibrated with a half-laugh. “And let the melodic music flow over you in soothing waves, easing all your tension.”

His eyes were closed and he was smiling, but that faded a little at the first touch of her hands on his abdomen. “Focus on the feel of my hands on your body and the glide of my fingers across your warm, smooth skin. Feel the connection. Absorb the energy I’m giving you and let it heighten your pleasure.”

David did as he was told and soon lost all track of time as he fell into the web of sensuality she was weaving around him. He didn’t know how much the candles and music would’ve added to the experience, because what she was doing didn’t seem to need any added bells and whistles. Her hands were magic, sometimes whisper soft, sometimes firm, and to his surprise, she spent what felt like the first hour not going anywhere near his cock. She got close, massaging his inner thighs, which had been spread wide so she could kneel between them, and worked around his groin. It wasn’t until his entire body was humming with arousal that he felt her fingers touching him intimately.

At the first squeeze of his balls, David released a long sigh, which turned into a deep groan when she moved her other hand to his achingly hard length and began gently stroking up and down. From there, her hands seemed to be everywhere—caressing, petting, and kneading.

Then … he felt his cock semi-sandwiched in between her bare breasts and he opened his eyes and raised his head a little to see what she was up to. He didn’t know when she’d taken off her bra, but it was definitely gone and she was undulating up and down the length of his cock, giving him one hell of a visual that made his balls tighten. “Oh, Jesus fuck,” he mumbled, his head falling back.

Afraid that David was close to coming, but not wanting him to just yet, she slid her way up his body until she was partially laying on him, partially straddling him. Supporting herself with her knees and elbows, she touched his face and smoothed his hair back as she kissed him, slowly and deeply.

He was in the zone. She could feel it in the way his entire body was relaxed, and see it in his blissed-out expression. Truth be told, Paige was firmly in the zone with him, utterly transfixed by the feel of his body underneath her. As she rubbed her wet, swollen clit against his steel erection, she thought about his fantasy—of wanting her to want him so much she was begging for his cock because she needed it, and pulling him inside her. It actually felt like she’d reached that point, her entire body feeling hyper-sensitive, needy, and hungry.

Almost starving.

She’d never been this turned on in her life, and she was suddenly aware of how much she wanted him. It was coursing through her veins, making her skin tingle, and her nipples hard as diamonds. It was enlightening, visceral, and scary as fuck.

Paige was beyond thinking and became guided by instinct. The need to take him inside her body was sudden and fierce, and since she didn’t have to beg (because she was in charge), she gripped his cock and angled it up, just enough to be able to notch the head to her opening. Which, thanks to her crotchless panties, was ready for business.

David had said the use of condoms would be up to her and she had been planning on using them. However, that decision went flying out the window and she was glad it did, because the sensation of pushing down on his bare length was sublime. For the first time in her life, Paige was welcoming the way it felt to be stretched by him and not thinking about how soon it would be over, because she didn’t want it to be over anytime soon. She was completely focused and fully engaged, as she began rocking on him in a rhythm that was heretofore unknown to her.

So fully was she in the moment, in fact, that it took her several seconds to realize that he no longer was. She felt his body lock up underneath her and then he was pulling on his chains, the loud jingling drawing her attention.

“Stop,” he pleaded, the words slightly panicked and unnerved. “Not like this, Paige. Please.”

His plea broke through her pleasure fog and when she looked down at him and saw his expression, her heart almost stopped. The look on his face was one of anxiety, dismay, and … disappointment.

It was painfully obvious he didn’t want this and wanted her to stop.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered, staring down at him in horror.

Her heart started to pound like a drum, and yet, the blood in her veins seemed to completely stop flowing. Every inch of her previously tingling skin felt like it went ice-cold as shame like she’d never known overwhelmed her.

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