Page 54 of Warmer, Colder

Arching my back, I press forcefully against her, putting more pressure on her clit that she’s stimulating so perfectly.

“Mmm, yes, that feels so good.” Her voice is a heady purr that sends pride and lust coursing through me in equal measure.

“Yeah, it does. Give yourself over to it. Let your body enjoy this. Don’t overthink it; you can do it.” All the fight has left me; my desperation to make her feel good has won out.

Short fingernails dig into me, pinching the fat at my sides; the demanding possessiveness of it makes my toes curl. For the briefest moment, my own fixation is reflected in her, but then it slips away, replaced with insecurity I don’t understand.

She attempts to retreat, but I grab her hand and turn onto my back. “Come here.” The urge to pull her against me gnaws atmy restraint, but I’ve learned my lesson about forcing affection on her. Becca needs slow and steady, so that’s what I’ll give her, even if it goes against my very nature.

My patience is rewarded as she scoots forward, positioning herself more comfortably on my hips and allowing me to wrap her in my arms. She’s rigid against my chest at first, but with each stroke down her back, she relaxes.

“Something’s wrong with me.” The statement is as jarring as the cool touch of water that trickles down my chest. “I don’t think I can come anymore.” She trembles against me, and I tighten my hold just enough to reassure her that I’m not going anywhere.

“That’s nothing to feel ashamed about.” I trace the distinct outline of her spine with my thumb. “You don’t need to put pressure on yourself to make it happen. It’s okay.”

“Is it? How could you still want me now that you see how broken I am?” Her hands curl around my shoulders like she’s bracing herself for what I might say next.

“You’re not broken, you’re traumatized.” I swallow back the guilt and focus on putting her at ease. “And sex isn’t about having an orgasm. There’s no need to be ashamed about what your body needs. There are all different types of satisfaction you can experience.”

“Will you teach me?”

Chapter 24

Becca

32 Days Dead

“Becca, what do you want from me?” Stasi asks through ragged breaths.

As I shift to straddle her, the rampant desire shining back at me takes me off guard. That look used to terrify me, but I’m emboldened. “I want you to show me all the ways sex can be satisfying.” Lust curls in my belly as I take the time to really look at her. Everything about her is pure seduction. Not just in the blatantly sexual way in which she carries herself, but how she projects the confidence of who she is, how she knows what she wants, and she refuses to apologize for it. That right there is the most beautiful thing anyone could be.I want that.For the first time, I’m one hundred percent confident in my desire for her. “I want you to show me how good it can be.”

“Say it again.” The attempted command comes out strained. “Ask me again.” She runs the back of her fingers down my arm, leaving tingles that chase away the lingering ache of months of rough, clenching hands.

“Stasi, I need this.” And I do. I need more of the sweet escape she promises with every touch. I need her on me, inside of me. I breathe in the tension brewing between us, a heady mix of need and restraint. It’s sweet and smoky like a nice tequila, and I wantto drink it down. “Will you please teach me how to fuck the way my body needs?”

“Fuck,” she groans while those sultry brown eyes search mine, then drop lower, her hands following as they cup the undersides of my modest breasts. “Do you even know what you’re asking? You have no idea how badly I want to explore every neglected inch of you.” Her gaze devours my naked body, licking over my skin with a palpable heat as her craving builds. “How can I say no when I’m the only person who understands what you need? That would just be unnecessarily cruel, wouldn’t it?” Finally, she stops warring with herself and decides to take what she wants. “But if I’m going to do this, we’re going to have a safe word.”

“Safe word?”

“Something you can say if you need me to stop.” Her thumbs roll over my nipples, making it hard to focus on the words coming out of her mouth.

“Is that really necessary?”

“Yeah, Crybaby. It’s necessary because if I’m going to teach you how to fuck my way, I’m going to take a wrecking ball to your preconceptions of what sex is. When I’m finished with you, you’re going to be a shaking little mess. No thoughts, just ecstasy.” Unexpectedly, she pinches my nipples, summoning a well of tears and a flood of arousal. “That’s right, baby girl. I’m going to make that pussy sob for me.”

“Show me,” I plead, shivering with anticipation.

“Are you sure?” She twists the sensitive peeks between her fingers.

“I’m ready. I want this.” My teeth click together with how vigorously I nod.

“Do you remember when I promised to make you my fucktoy?”

“Yes,” I force out as my body gushes more arousal.

“Yes, what?” Another pinch, but she soothes my tender flesh with spit-coated thumbs. The new sensation makes my thighsclench. “I’m only into enthusiastic consent. Use your words and tell me what I want to hear.”

On edge like this, I don’t even remember why I tried to fight this. “Make me your fucktoy.”

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