Page 24 of The Moment We Know

“You may not know this, but I always loved your breasts,” he revealed quietly. “They’re firm, yet soft, and they’re the perfect size. Your nipples are also the prettiest shade of pink and just looking at them got me hard.”

“Really?”

“Really. I fantasized about coming on them.”

Her eyes popped open. “You did?”

“Yep. I jerked off in the shower thinking about it when we were married,” he revealed. “Coming on your nipples and marking them was my go-to fantasy, but I never pursued it because I was afraid you’d think it was perverted.”

“I probably would have,” she admitted softly, before asking, “Have you fantasized about that recently?”

“Was that rhetorical?”

“No.”

“Yes, I’ve fantasized about it recently.”

“Is that your biggest fantasy?”

“No. My biggest fantasy is you wanting me—wanting me so much that you’re ripping my clothes off and throwing me down on the bed, practically begging for my cock. Then, when I give it to you, you’re shaking with need, grabbing my ass and pulling me inside you. And my name is the loudest sound in the room as I make you come so hard you feel it for days.”

Heart pounding, Paige twisted so she could look directly at him. His fantasy was all about her pleasure?

“Was that too much … information?” he asked, with a hint of a smirk.

“No, not at all. It was just the right amount of ... information.”

His smirk grew, as if he knew the effect his words had had on her. “So, what’s your biggest fantasy?” he wanted to know.

“To be honest, I’ve never given much thought to fantasies. But I think I’m going to start.”

“Let me know if you come up with anything.”

“I will.”

He tilted his head and kissed her and when he deepened the kiss with his tongue, she put a hand to the side of his face to hold him there. Her entire body was humming and she was only marginally aware she was rubbing her legs together, until she felt one of his hands making its way south and he broke their kiss to whisper, “Spread your legs for me.”

The only hand that had been anywhere near her clit in the last five years was hers, and Paige didn’t even hesitate to let her legs fall open. His long, sure fingers were on her almost immediately, accompanied by a groan in the back of his throat, as if the very act of touching her was arousing to him. He stroked along her delicate folds, circling her clit until she was all but dueling with his finger to get it where she wanted. “You’re annoying me,” she complained.

“You’re annoying me,” he countered.

“How am I annoying you?”

“You’re making it difficult for me to play.”

“I don’t want you to play. I want you to get to work.”

His eyes gleaming at her impatient tone, David stopped what he was doing and lightly pinched her clit. At the little jolt of pleasure, her hips bucked in the water and he pinched her again, making her groan. “Is that better?”

“Yes.” Then, without thinking about what she was doing, she bit his lower lip.

“Fuck,” he growled.

“Sorry,” she apologized, then did it again.

He pulled back, looking a little shocked and a lot turned on. It was clear that he was on board with her biting him, and Paige tucked that little nugget away for future reference. She’d actually drawn a little blood, and she touched his lip with her thumb as his fingers continued to tease her, this time concentrating on her clit with a nice, steady rhythm. David was working her up almost faster than she normally could, which was probably due to the fact that getting herself off while thinking about him wasn’t nearly as good as him getting her off while she was looking at him.

He seemed adept at reading her and she didn’t have to tell him when to speed up or rub harder. When Paige felt the moment her pleasure went from something that just felt good to something that had a purpose, she closed her eyes and focused on the climb to orgasm. She was aware of how hard she was breathing, how her body was trembling with need, and felt the bath water sloshing all around, but all of those details were peripheral to her imminent orgasm.

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