Page 71 of Hidden But Not Safe

Her finger did it again while he drowned in her eyes and tingles ran from his lip down his neck.

“Yeah, I think you like that. You don’t have to fuck me, Ignacio. You don’t even have to touch me. One of us hurting tonight is enough. I don’t want you to hurt too.” Her hand fell away. “I’ll never touch your dick again, now that I know you don’t like it. I promise.”

He rolled toward her, startling her into flopping back on the bed, but he kept going until his face hovered over hers. Then he kissed her.

Well, he pressed his lips against hers. Fireworks were going off in his brain, which was too much racket to try to move his lips too. The voices from his memories shut up completely.

Meg’s lips grew soft beneath his. He eased back to hover, their lips barely brushing. Sensation ran through him, more than that barely there caress should have caused. His lips really were fucking sensitive.

Even more sensitive when hers moved against them. She moaned into the one-sided kiss, her tongue licking over his bottom lip.

He was getting hard again.

She panted against him. Her body writhed, her nipples sliding along his chest and startling him into pulling back.

She reached for him but fisted her hands before she touched him, letting them fall to her sides. “Don’t tease me, Ignacio. I’m too fucking horny and high.”

He remembered his original purpose. His hand moved between her legs, parting the lips of her pussy so his finger could circle her clit in the same way he’d seen her do it before.

She arched off the bed, making it tricky to keep going.

Meg moaned. “Oh, shit. That’s perfect. Why is that so fucking perfect?” Her legs moved wider, giving him more room. “Yes…” The word was almost a hiss as her body shook and her fingers pulled on the comforter. “Touch me. I love that you’re the one touching me.”

Her eyes closed, and she began to make breathy gasps. Her pussy became slicker with every pass, and it was impossible to keep his strokes slow. He circled faster.

Another shudder ran through her, and his eyes dropped to her breasts. Her nipples were still tight, but not as tight as they’d been before. He sat up to free his other hand, and Meg whined because his finger on her clit had stopped.

He resumed the motion there while he also covered her nipple, letting it stab into his palm. Her nipple was softer than he expected as he rolled his palm over it.

“Oh, fuck, harder,” Meg said.

Naz pressed more firmly.

She bit her lip, her head moving against the comforter in a shake. “Not quite. What about..?” Her hand moved up to the breast he wasn’t touching, her fingers pinching and rolling the nipple. “Shit. That’s it. Do this instead.”

He followed her direction, his fingers rolling the tight bud her nipple had become.

Her hips lifted against his hand, stalling his motion there.

“No, don’t stop. Please! I’m so close.”

He started to circle, but she writhed, making his finger slide across her clit instead.

“Yes! So good. Please.”

He remembered she’d switched to stroking when he watched her in the trailer’s shower. Instead of circling, he moved across her clit back and forth while he rolled and pinched her nipple.

Meg moaned longer and louder as her body stiffened and his hands froze on her while he watched her orgasm.

The tension fled from her face. She panted through parted lips and melted into the bed. Her eyelids lifted, and she focused on him again, a giggle turning her lips up into a smile. He was tempted to feel it against his own lips, but he didn’t want to stop looking at her.

“I came. You’re so fucking good to me.”

He wanted to watch her come again.

His fingers started moving. The one on her clit slid more easily. She’d become warmer and wetter from the orgasm.

“Again?” Meg asked, though she sounded excited, not put out. “Yes, make me come again. I’m crazy about your touch.”

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