Page 119 of Close Knit

Daphne’s flirty expression drops, and her cheeks burn red. Her needles stop clicking. “How do you know about that?”

She left it out on her nightstand after one of our make-out sessions on the couch got very hot and heavy first thing in the morning. I found it that night, after I got back from practice.

I lean in closer, my breath warm against her ear. “Is it in your nightstand?” I whisper, my hand trailing up her thigh. Her breath hitches. Sliding my hand up her leg, I watch as her body responds to my touch.

She nods. “In the drawer.”

“Let’s see if you can keep your focus then,” I murmur, my lips finding the sensitive skin just below her ear. She shivers, her body arching toward me. I pull away from her, fetch the rose-shaped vibrator out of her nightstand drawer, and quickly wash it in the sink. When I return to the living room, I find Daphne’s anticipatory gaze tracking my every move, her knitting needles working overtime.

“Ready to play?” I ask.

A fire burns in her eyes, and she slides back in her seat. “I’m not going to get in the way of you making me feel better, now am I?”

“Good girl.” I leave the battery-powered friend on the coffee table for the time being and begin unraveling my woman.

I kneel before her, my hands tracing the curves of her legs. My fingers glide slowly, savoring every inch of her silky skin. My lips follow the path of my hands, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses.

Her breathing quickens, and her knitting needles quiet down. “Are you getting distracted?”

“Not a chance.” She sighs, betraying her arousal as I continue my worship.

My hands move higher, caressing her thighs. With excruciating slowness, I slide off her pajama shorts and panties, exposing her to my hungry gaze. I drink in the sight of her, the evidence of her desire making my pulse race.

“You’re already getting worked up, aren't you?” I tease, my voice thick with lust.

She attempts to play coy. “I’m trying to knit,” she says, her voice shaky as she tries to focus on her task and not the fire I’m stoking within her.

A flush spreads across her cheeks. It won’t be long before she surrenders completely.

A chuckle escapes me. “That shirt is doing inexplicable things to me,” I murmur. “It’s so adorably sexy.”

“You like it?”

“Like,likeall of them.” With a satisfied smile, my hands continue their worship, exploring, caressing, loving every part of her. I kiss around her thighs, making her even wetter and more turned on. Despite this, she tries to keep knitting, her determination both amusing and arousing.

She looks down at me with a playful glint in her eyes. “I thought you were going to try and distract me,” she teases.

“And make you feel good.”

“It has five different modes,” she whispers.

“Let’s see what they do to you.”

“Please,” she begs, igniting something primal within me.

I flick on the first mode, a steady pulsing, and kiss her deeply. She tries to focus on her hands, but her breath catches as I bring the vibrator closer to her legs. She whimpers and sighs, her body responding instantly. I hover the toy just above her clit, teasing her with the anticipation.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” I say, my voice filled with adoration. “But you know you’re not going to be able to stay focused on that knitting, right?”

She bites her lip, determined. “Watch me,” she challenges.

I move the toy across her clit for a second, then pull it away. Her hips buck involuntarily.

“Having trouble focusing?” I tease, sliding the toy through her, adjusting the pressure and circling it. Her moans are music to my ears. My cock is so fucking hard. A mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Cameron,” she scolds.

I press warm, wet kisses along her thigh and twist the toy, switching to the second mode. This one comes in short bursts, like a jackhammer.

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