Page 32 of The Pact

Another gasp leaves my lips when he presses harder on the tight bundle of nerves.

I lean further against the wall, parting my legs a little more and arching into his touch.

Bode takes that as the encouragement it is and enters me with one one of his fingers, while he keeps stroking me with his other hand, increasing the speed.

“You’re so tight, Ausra.” He praises as he adds another finger inside me, moving in and out of me in sync with the stroking.

The feeling is incredible, the two fingers inside of me take care of a need to be filled I didn’t even know I had, while the friction against my clit feels better with every passing second.

I have no more control of my body, it’s like I’ve been climbing higher and higher and now I’m looking down from the edge of a precipice and I’m about to fall.

I’m panting and holding onto Bode’s biceps so hard that I’m sure I’ll leave a bruise. My whole body is so tense, my muscles so tight that I feel like I could snap at any second.

And he knows. He’s worked me up to this point with his skilled fingers and just when I think it couldn’t possibly feel any better, he whispers softly into my ear. “Let go, pretty girl. Come for me.”

He pinches my sensitive nub between his thumb and his index finger with a rubbing motion and I explode.

Pleasure courses through me like a tidal wave, followed by more and more as I writhe against his hand. I’ve never felt anything so good and intense.

“Stop!” I beg when the pleasure begins turning into pain.

“Too much?” He chuckles, placing a soft kiss on one corner of my lips and bending down to collect my bikini bottoms from the ground.

“Bode, that was ...” I’m at a loss for words but he smiles tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as he puts my bikini bottoms in his pocket.

“Hot?” he supplies and I nod, still not trusting myself with complete sentences. “Let’s get back to the bonfire and have a drink, pretty girl. I’m pretty sure that the others will be wondering where we’ve disappeared to.”

“But—”

My eyes go down to his crotch where it’s more than evident that what just happened between us affected him too.

“I know.” He chuckles again. “You make me fucking hard, pretty girl. But there’s going to be more chances for you to return the favor, if you’ll do me the honor of being my date again.”

His easy smile is contagious and I relax, feeling a little flirty. “Are you asking me on a second date, Bode?”

He responds with another one of his knee weakening winks. “You can bet your tight little ass that I am.”

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