Page 88 of In Spades

He didn’t jackhammer into me like the boys I’d been with during my college days. Instead, he took his time, teasing me with shallow strokes through my wetness, sliding the tip of his finger through my slit. I whimpered and bucked my hips into his hand, desperate for him to go faster.

Will grinned. “Nah, Sunshine. You don’t get to set the pace here. I do.”

He continued teasing me at a painfully slow speed. There was going to be a wet spot on the couch. I knew it. My panties were drenched, and he didn’t show any signs of moving on anytime soon.

His thumb stroked my opening, while his index finger stroked side to side on top of my—holy hell, he knew where the clit was. And he knew what to do with it. I had truly found a unicorn among mortal men.

“You like that?” he murmured in my ear.

I could barely form words. Every nerve in my body was electrified. I nodded listlessly as my inner walls clenched around empty space.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?”

I mean, they had tried.

His chest pressed flat against my breasts, and he kissed his way up my neck, lingering just under my ear where my pulse thrummed.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he murmured in a gravel-filled timbre. Promises of dirty sex dripped from every word. “Are you thinking about how good it would feel for my cock to be in your pussy?” He nipped at my earlobe. “You’re gonna be so fucking tight. You’ll feel me for days afterward.”

Will pushed two fingers deep inside my pussy, all while never leaving my clit unattended. Between the pressure from his body on top of mine, his lips against my skin, and his wickedly skilled fingers working every pleasure spot in perfect time—I was a goner.

“I can’t wait to make you finish while I’m inside you. It’s gonna feel so fucking good when you tighten around my dick and squeeze the hell out of it while I make you come.”

“Don’t stop,” I begged breathlessly. I was teetering on the edge, ready to shatter.

“Please?” he chuckled. Will was fucking amused at how much I needed him, the jerk.

“Please make me come—” It was barely audible, but I knew he heard my plea.

Without leaving my clit, he thrust two fingers inside me, curling them and touching some magical spot that made my vision go black.

“Good girl. Come for me.”

The good girl made me explode. He muffled the sound of my orgasm with a punishing kiss. Fireworks lit up every inch of my skin, and I arched into him as he worked his fingers through my pussy.

The kiss softened, and he slowed his strokes as I came off my high. “How was that?” he asked as he cupped my pussy in his palm, claiming it as his property.

I couldn’t form words. The man had rendered me completely and utterly stupid. “That was… And you—and that?—”

He grinned and peppered my collarbone with kisses. “I’ll take that as a raving review.”

I swallowed and sucked in a breath. Yeah, oxygen was a good idea. Oxygen was necessary. “Holy shit. Where’d you learn how to do that?”

He laughed, but quieted when he remembered that the kids were a thin wall away. “I’ve had some practice.”

“Remind me to send all your exes a thank you card.” My head flopped against the pillow, and I closed my eyes. “That was… I’ve never…”

“Never orgasmed?” He pushed off the couch and helped me sit up before walking to the sink and washing his hands.

I groaned and covered my face. “Never had someone else make me orgasm. I feel all tingly.”

He washed his hands at the sink, then dried them on the towel hanging off the oven handle. Adjusting himself, he came back to the couch and sat down. I instinctively curled into his side. It was getting late, but I didn’t want him to leave. Still, I knew he couldn’t stay. I barely fit on the couch by myself. There was no way his six-foot-four frame could.

On top of that, I didn’t want him to be here when the kids woke up. I needed to have a conversation with them while Will wasn’t here. More hearts than mine were on the line.

I wanted to compartmentalize everything and keep Will in a nice little box, away from my home life. It would be easier that way. My heart wouldn’t get broken if I didn't let him into all my life, but that was a cowardly thing to do.

“There’s more where that came from,” he said as he pulled me in for a chaste kiss. “If I had it my way, I’d be sleeping on the couch with you lying on top of me. The only reason I’m going home is because I know you need this to go slow, and you should probably check in with them.”

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