Page 13 of About Last Night

I pull my eyes away and meet her worried gaze.

“No, it’s not that, it’s just…” I swallow, not sure what I should tell her, what words I can use to convey that I haven’t had a woman open up to me like this in years. It’s intimate in a way I wasn’t expecting. I feel vulnerable and afraid.

And very, very turned on.

I hold her gaze for a long time, and my feelings of vulnerability ratchet up to about a fifteen on a scale of ten. I decide for simplicity and a bit of crudeness, to get us back on the track of a meaningless one-night stand.

I’m still standing at the end of the bed. “I can smell you from here.”

It’s absolutely not a lie, but it’s not something I’ve ever said in my life. What the hell is this woman doing to me? And why do I feel more like myself than ever before?

“What do you expect with you standing there looking like Botticelli’s Venus come to life,” Toni says.

My mouth drops open.

“I’m not just a sexy mountain woman, you know.” She slides her hand between her legs, moistens her fingers, and brings them to her mouth, sucking them inside.

Fuck me, but I want to pounce on her, to bury my head between her legs, drink her in, have my fill. She would probably come instantly and, as satisfying as that would be, I want this to last. God knows when I’ll have this chance again. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to wait, but I suspect the reward will be worth it.

“I wish you could see the expression on your face right now, Audrey.” Toni’s voice is husky, and it cracks on my name.

“Hmm,” I say. I run my hand up my stomach to cradle my breast. Toni licks her lips, and more blood rushes to my center. I’ve never come while giving a woman an orgasm, but I might tonight.

Sounds like a good goal.

“I wish you could see how delicious your pussy looks,” I say, and Toni groans.

I smile; I’m not usually a talker, and I’ve never been one to talk dirty, but if this is the response I get, maybe I should be. I crawl across the bed between Toni’s legs, until I’m hovering over her, but not touching her. Toni lifts her hips, wanting connection.

“Not yet,” I say.

“You’re killing me, Audrey.”

“That’s the point,” I purr.

“Can I touch you?” I raise an eyebrow and Toni amends her question. “May I touch you, please?”

“Listen to the good little girl’s grammar, and so polite. But no.”

My breasts hang between us, my nipples tight and erect. I lower myself so that they lightly brush against Toni’s, and she gasps.

“Yes, please,” she says.

Our gazes lock. I rock back and forth above her, my breasts caressing hers with slow, deliberate strokes. Toni lifts her hands as if to touch me, then lowers them and grips the sheets.

“Do you like being edged, Toni?” I whisper.

“I’m usually the one doing the edging,” she says.

Oh my God I can’t wait for this woman to fuck me. One thing about Shae, she was an expert at edging, and I loved it. I just hope I learned the technique she used on me for five years.

My hips drop and our centers meet for the briefest of moments, but long enough for me to feel Toni’s desire. She lifts her hips to keep the connection, but I rise higher. She emits a frustrated groan but drops her hips obediently.

“Such a good girl,” I say, and Toni’s nostrils flare. I had no idea I could purr like a femme fatale luring a man to his doom.

My God. I’m turning myself on.

“It’s very hard for you to be a good girl, isn’t it?” I lower my hips and tilt them into Toni and go still. She is hot and wet against me.

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