Page 66 of Look, Don't Touch

“Yes, oh fuck, yes.” My hips still, pressed against his magic fingers. The inner walls of my pussy pulse for several beats. Then I slump onto the seat.

“There’s nothing more exquisite than watching you come undone.”

Before I’ve begun to calm, he breaches my body with a long thick finger. His middle one. He stares as it disappears inside me. The apples of his cheeks go red and his full lips follow. Breaths jackknife in and out of his chest as he works his finger, and then another inside me.

His gaze finds me, and there’s the barest hint of moisture in his eyes. I want to hug him to my chest, and I don’t hug anyone except my cat, apparently.

“For what it’s worth, I’ve never done this before either.” I give him a small smile. He curls his fingers, pressing them against the front of my wall. My eyes roll back in my head a little. “It feels amazing.” I pant. “Your touch is…” Indescribable. “It’s a gift.”

He blinks. “Never done what, exactly?”

“Fuck.” I moan as he adds his slick thumb to my clit and massages my cunt. How am I supposed to form coherent words when he’s scrambling my brains and frying my ovaries? “Faced anyone. Looked at anyone.”

“You’re the gift, Hailey.” He tugs on my insides and torments my clit. “Now, give me another gift.”

My right elbow slips off the console. I grab the headrest for dear life and scream my orgasm, not caring who hears.

When I return to my body, I realize I’m clutching the dash with my left hand. My chest heaves, and a fine sheen of sweat forms on my upper lip, despite the winter chill on my ass.

He pulls from my body and lifts his finger. His eyes spark with mischief, and he presses his finger between his lips and sucks it clean of my arousal.

“Jesus,” I whisper.

“Arlo,” he corrects.

His big hands splay on my lower thighs. “Give me another?”

“Oh my God.” I gasp.

“Oh my Arlo.” He licks his lips and awaits my answer.

I don’t know what I wouldn’t give him at this moment. Just thirty minutes ago, there were so many things I wouldn’t give. Right this second, I can’t remember one of them.

“Yes.”

“Perfect.” He leans over me. “I want to try one more thing.”

His mouth lowers toward my cunt, but his eyes are on me, analyzing my every reaction.

“Yes, Arlo. Please.” My lips are parted, and I’m breathing through them like an asthmatic in the middle of an attack.

His tongue sweeps back to front. I swear I levitate. If my face was pressed against the roof of the car, I wouldn’t be shocked in the least.

“Jesus, fuck, yes. Arlo, oh my God.” The sensation is otherworldly. Sure, I’ve been eaten out from the back, but the front is next level.

He gives a signature, “Mmm.”

It vibrates against my pussy. My toes curl. He explores my folds, tentatively dipping in, mapping out every contour.

His eyes find me, and they’re molten. “Tell me you like it.”

“Can’t.” I gasp. “Too weak a description.”

“Then describe how you feel about it. Quickly,” he adds with a narrowed gaze.

“Your tongue is my heroin.”

He nips my pubic bone. I shriek and giggle all at the same time. “Heroin is destructive,” he snarls.

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