Page 79 of Snared

“Fucking hell. You’re soaked,” he whispered against my mouth.

“Your fault,” I said, gasping, as he sunk one finger inside me. My body clenched around the welcome invasion. I wished it was his cock instead.

He pumped his finger in and out of my body as he sealed his lips to mine. My tongue darted out, trailing along the seam of his mouth, and he opened with a soft groan. I licked inside his mouth, tasting the mint of his toothpaste and something more carnal. I slanted my head, and he deepened the kiss, his finger continuing the steady plunge in and out of me.

His thumbnail grazed against my clit, teasing me. Torturing me. Everything around us faded as I gave in to him. I rocked my hips against him, his hard cock nestled against my ass. It would be so easy to slip him inside of me, but I faintly remembered that was too risky.

Not that riding his cock fully clothed was risk-free, but I could no longer resist him.

My entire body buzzed with adrenaline and desire as I chased my orgasm. My hands sank into his hair. I scraped my nails along his scalp and held his mouth to mine while we kissed. I swallowed his groan as he lifted his hips, pressing his hard cock against me.

“I’m so close,” I whispered into his mouth, my spine tingling. He knew every spot to stroke. Every button to push. How he could read my body so easily was a gift that kept on giving.

“Come for me, Charlie. Come all over my hand,” he growled against my mouth, sinking two fingers inside of me, stretching me. He curled a finger up, finding that perfect spot, and I exploded.

He swallowed up my moan. I wanted to break the kiss and shout as I came, but I kept kissing him as I rode the wave of my orgasm, his hold on my body never letting up.

When I finally sank against him, my heaving chest pressed to his, he ended the kiss. I sucked in gasps of air while I watched him put his fingers in his mouth, licking me from his skin.

“Delicious, as always,” he said with a lascivious grin.

My laugh was watery, my breathing still strained, and I would have given anything to not be on that bus. To be in his bed, my bed, any bed, ignoring the entire world.

That thought both scared and thrilled me, like so many of my emotions, when it came to Josh.

To myhusband.

“Where did you go?” he asked.

“What? Nowhere. I’m in a post-bliss puddle,” I said, hating how he read me.

“Damn right, you are,” he said smugly. Then he shifted underneath me, his cock still rock hard.

I lifted my hips, positioning myself so his cock was pressed against the seam of my shorts instead of my ass. I reached down and slipped my hand inside his pants, palming his cock.

He groaned against my mouth.

“Charlie,” he gritted out.

“It’s only fair that I satisfy you,” I said, moving my hand up and down his cock, squeezing his tip, and swiping my thumb over the bead of precum.

“Fuck,” he said.

“We can’t do that. Too risky.” I leaned in and swept my tongue over his lips as I squeezed his cock again. It pulsed in my hand and I loved the power I had over his body. Over his need for me.

His chest rose and fell, and my nipples pebbled again as heat swirled in my belly. I was insatiable around him. It was why I’d fought it for so long because I was scared of how it would end.

But right now, I shoved that thought aside and worked his cock, giving him as much pleasure as he’d just shown me. There was plenty of time to question myself when I was alone in my bunk.

“Squeeze tighter,” he rasped, groaning when I lifted my hand from him.

I held his gaze as I licked my palm, sucking him from my thumb.

“Fuck. You’re going to kill me,” he said, his eyes glittering with need as I palmed his cock again.

“Give in,” I whispered and sealed my lips to his.

His tongue thrust into my mouth as I continued moving my hand up and down.

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