Page 72 of Hidden But Not Safe

Her hand moved away from her nipple as she stretched both above her head, plumping her breasts and drawing his gaze to them.

It was like he was the one shivering. He realized he was hard and aching, but he tried to ignore it.

Her breasts were so beautiful. He pulled on her nipple, plucking, tugging.

Her smile turned into a moan. “I like that.”

He wanted to see her orgasm. The thought was like a heartbeat in his head as he stroked her clit a little harder, matching the tug on her nipple with the stroke.

“Good,” Meg gasped, her head falling back. “So good.”

He had a new thing to find gorgeous: the slender column of her neck, even with the darkening bruise there.

His hand left her breast. He brushed his fingers along her arched neck, over the bruise, wishing he could erase it with his touch.

He looked above his hand, finding her amber eyes moist as she stared at him in a daze.

Was she crying? He stopped stroking her clit as his hand jerked away from her neck. Had he hurt her?

“Meg?”

She licked her lips. “Don’t stop.” Her hips shifted under his frozen hand. “Please don’t stop. I want you to touch me.” She let out a sharp, bright laugh. “It feels so good when you touch me.”

He stroked her clit, slowly at first, but the slickness and her moans made his motions faster. He wanted to go faster.

“Ignacio, please!” Her voice sounded deep and husky now, and it stroked right over his aching cock. “Please. I’m going to come.” Her gasps and moans filled his mind. “I’m going to come. Make me come. Make me—” Her voice stuttered while her body arched under his hand. Pleasure filled her face.

She was so fucking beautiful.

There was a throbbing under his fingers, not a constant one, but a flutter. He kept stroking her as if he could chase it.

“Oh, fuck,” Meg choked, her eyes locked on his as she continued to orgasm, and time seemed to stretch.

Her body melted when it was over. He instantly wanted to repeat the experience and didn’t stop stroking. She hummed in her throat, not asking him to stop.

Sweat had gathered between her breasts, drawing his gaze to her nipples. He caught the nearest one between his fingers, squeezing it.

“Like that,” she mumbled, her lips barely parting.

Her clit looked plumper than when he had started. He caught it between his fingers as well, giving it the same treatment as her nipple. When he squeezed, her eyes flew wide as a shudder tightened her body.

Meg gasped, suddenly trying to hump his hand.

He released her clit, and her hips fell back as she gaped at him.

“That was—” She shook her head. “I almost—” She let out a shocked giggle, grinning at him. “Do it again.”

He pinched her clit again. This time she held herself still, her legs shaking from the effort. After three repeated pinches and releases, he pinched a little harder without releasing her clit.

She shouted as she orgasmed, her breast pushing up against his hand as her body came off the bed, making him release her nipple so he could hold her down.

Worried he’d hurt her, he released her clit, moving his hand away as he watched her face.

She was sweating even more now. Was that the drugs? He’d forgotten all about the shit in her system, too busy making her come. The thought made him lightheaded.

Meg swallowed thickly as she rolled her head on the pillow. “More. Gimme more.” Her eyes closed as she patted around for his hand, finding it resting on her thigh, slick with her own wetness. Her skin glistened.

She dragged his hand back between her legs, but not to her clit. His fingers pressed against her soaked entrance, and she tilted her hips to draw the tips of the same two fingers that had pinched her inside.

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