Page 117 of From You to Me

When the fuck did he lose his shirt?

I scrambled to get my bearings as I tried to get off him. But he held me tight, my wiggling moments made something hard poke on the inside of my thighs.

Fuck, I knew exactly what that was.

“Stop squirming around,” he groaned.

I propped onto my elbows as I met his gaze. “What are you still doing here?” And God, he looked so beautiful this early in the morning that I was actually jealous. I was sure I looked like a raccoon but look at him. Even though his hair was out of place, it only added to his charm. And he was looking at me like he wanted to ravish me.

The wetness in my core only seemed to drench my sleep shorts from all this.

Oh God, what kind of cruelty was this?

He grinned, a shimmer of gleam covering his eyes.

Fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I wiggled harder. “Let me go, I have no idea why you’re keeping me hostage.”

He smirked. “Oh, you know why.” Both his hands gripped my ass.

My breathing hitched as I stilled. “What are you doing?” I mumbled as I felt his hands creep down the underside of my shorts, smoothing over my bare skin.

“Unwinding you,” he whispered like a promise as he pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose.

“You can’t,” I muttered my voice meek, barely a protest as my hips tend to move on their own accord.

I groaned as one of his hands sneaked it was way inside my shorts, his fingers inching closer to the wetness dripping over my fold.

“Jay,” I gasped, burying my head in his neck.

“Shh, you’ll feel good.”

My lips caught onto the skin of his neck as I moaned in delight as his fingers swirled over my wetness.

Ever so slightly he circled my clit, stroking and rubbing all the way down my slit, carefully avoiding the parts that wanted his touch.

“Please, Jay. It’s too much.” I bit the flesh of his neck whirling my tongue as I tasted him.

He glided his two long fingers inside my aching pussy. I moaned out a deep groan as he stroked me in hard and fast. He plummeted his fingers deep hitting the spot that made my toes curl. He knew exactly how to fuck me with his fingers.

“Yes, Evelyn just like that. Grind your pussy around my fingers.” He kept up with his strokes while his thumb flicked my clit.

It was like a light bulb deep inside me splintered into a million little pieces. I screamed his name while he didn’t slow his pace. “Yes, sweetheart. Let go, for me.”

My vision was blinded as I rode wave after wave of pleasure that tremulously shook me down to my soul.

My eyes blinked close as I fought to catch my breath, my entire body feeling deliciously exhausted. God, that was so good.

And fuck, I needed it.

A shiver ran down my body as he pulled his fingers away. I watched with hooded eyes as he closed his mouth around them, licking away every bit of my dripping wetness.

It only made the flush running through my entire body deepen.

“Hey,” he whispered, brushing away the wet strands of hair sticking to my face.

“Hi,” I croaked, my mouth dry. I needed water now.

He pressed a long kiss on my forehead as he slowly maneuvered me down the bed, flicking away the sheets from my heated body.

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