Page 120 of A Little Tempting

“I think it’s a stupid question,” I pant.

With a low laugh, he pushes into me again, hitting the little bundle of nerves inside of me, and I grab his wrist, overwhelmed by the sensation. I can’t decide if I want to push him away or keep him where he is. He thumbs my clit again, slowly pumping his finger in and out of me, holding my gaze until I’m convinced I might burn up on the spot.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are right now?”

I swallow and shake my head. The building pressure is too much. Like a rubber band ready to snap as it’s pulled too tight, and I’m not the one in control of when it happens.

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He adds a second finger, and I gasp at another intrusion. His thumb draws small circles above my entrance, and my muscles slowly relax. The feeling is…incredible. Fucking incredible. And I don’t want it to end. Don’t want it to stop. Not now. Not ever. Is this it? What I’ve been missing?

“That’s it, baby. Let me in,” he orders.

As the muscles in my thighs soften, he scissors his fingers, adding a bit more pressure to my clit and leaning down to swallow my moans with another drugging kiss. I roll my hips into his hand, surprised at how good it feels to have them on me.Inme. The same foreign pressure builds, starting low but slowly rising with each brush of his fingers until I’m pretty sure I'll explode, and I have no idea how to survive the aftermath.

“Oliver,” I whimper. “Shit, Oli?—”

“You’re close, baby. I can feel it. Feel the way you squeeze my fingers so good. You’re so fucking perfect. Can’t wait to bury myself inside you. Fuck. Open your eyes and watch the way you take my fingers.”

My eyelids feel heavy as I lift my head and look down.

“Do you see it, baby?” he murmurs.

With my legs spread, his wet fingers pumping in and out of me, and his thumb playing with my clit, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Look at me,” he orders.

My gaze snaps to his.

“Let go, baby. I got you.”

As if it were waiting for his command, the last of my restraint finally snaps, and an explosion hits, spreading from my core out to my fingers and toes like fireworks. Tiny shock waves of pleasure follow as he keeps playing with me, letting me ride his hand as wave after wave of euphoria pulses through me. It’s a high I can’t describe. Foreign. Addictive. Freaking mind-blowing as I blink away the stars in my eyes and slowly drift back down to earth.

Melting into the mattress, he pulls his hand from my center and licks his fingers. “You have no idea how good you taste.” He slips them into my center again, then lifts them to my lips. “Unless you want to know.”

My brows dip as I realize exactly what he’s asking. I’ve never thought about it, but now, I’m curious. Opening my mouth, I suck his fingers, rolling my tongue around the tips and pulling a groan from him. It’s…different. The taste. But I kind of like it. Not necessarily sweet or bitter. Just…different. What I really like, though? Is the way Reeves’ eyes flare with heat. With want. With desire. At a simple caress of my tongue. I’ve never been desired. Not like this.

Resting his forehead against mine, he sighs and shakes his head. “And you think you’re awkward. Fuck, Dylan.” He chuckles. “You have no fucking clue. Come on.” He reaches for the remote and tugs me against him. “Let’s finish the show.”

I try. Trust me, I really do. But knowing what I’ve been missing, it’s not like I can close the door on it again. And he wants me to focus on the show? A silly show when I know for a fact only one of us orgasmed tonight, and I really want it to be two. But how do I tell him?

Lifting my leg, I hook it over his waist and scoot closer until every inch of my front is pressed to his side as the show plays on the screen. He settles even more against the stupid pillow, either oblivious or with a hell of a lot more restraint than the guys my parents warned me about. Curious, I shift my leg and brush up against his crotch, finding a very hard bulge.

Aaaand there it is.

“What are you doing?” Reeves growls.

“Finishing the show,” I answer innocently.

“Pickles.”

“Mmm…what I wouldn’t give for a big, juicy cucumber right about now.”

His chest rumbles with amusement. “Are you going for subtlety? Because if you are, you’re failing. Hard.”

“Maybe I likehard.”

“Dylan,” he warns.

“And maybe I’m not done exploring things.”

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