Page 99 of Stealing Sunshine

I nod once and pinch the collar of my shirt, hating how restricting it feels in this moment.

“Yes, I was jealous. I never saw you, and I wanted to,” I admit.

She listens with intense focus, soaking in every word before pushing her hand up my leg. Her arm disappears beneath my skirt, and she sweeps her thumb across the sensitive skin of my inner thigh once she stops inching higher.

“Why would you ever think that you’ve forced me into anything?” she asks next, halting her movements.

I frown. A blistering puddle of want has flooded my core, and it poisons my thoughts, making me more agitated by her lack of exploration. Even as I spread my legs and stretch my skirt to the point of risking a tear, she doesn’t touch me further.

“That’s two questions for me and none for you,” I state tightly.

“Just ask me what you want. Don’t wait for approval first. You already have it.”

“Were you jealous when you found out Kiki was in my room?”

It’s not what I should have asked first. If she changes her mind and takes away my ability to have a question answered, I’ll have wasted an opportunity to learn about more important topics. But in this moment, I need to know this more.

“Her name is Kristen when I’m between your legs, Daisy,” she scolds, her eyes digging into mine with blunt possession.

I roll my lip between my teeth, arousal blossoming with her words. “You’re not really between my legs.”

“Is that where you want me to be?” she purrs before a rush of cool air envelops my opposite ankle. Another inch of my skin is bared as the skirt rises further. “Would you like me to push your skirt up to your hips?”

“Answer me first.”

Fire lines her eyes, and I fear I love their heat on my skin too much to ever go back to a time without it.

“Yes, I was fucking jealous.”

A thrill runs through my chest and between my legs. “Take your reward, then.”

“This is my reward.”

I furrow my brows. “What?”

She doesn’t answer with words. One minute, my skirt is draping over her arm, and the next, it’s scrunched at my hips. I’m bare from the waist down except for my thin, sheer pink panties. From the cool breeze between my legs, I know I’ve soaked them completely.

“If you want to reward me, Daisy, offer me a taste of this pussy.”

My elbows give out, and I fall down to the mattress with a whimper. It’s both approval and an outright plea. I dig my toes into the carpet and push my legs even further apart, offering her exactly what she wants.

“Take more than a taste, Bryce. Please,” I moan, writhing beneath her gaze.

My breasts are heavy, nipples beaded and tight to the point of pain as they rub against the padding of my bra.

“I’m not done with you. Not by a long fucking shot. But if I don’t get my mouth on you right now, I’m going to lose it, baby.”

“Please,” I whine, struggling to breathe. “I ache, Bryce . . . please take it away.”

Spitting a curse, she curls her fingers beneath the sopping wet fabric of my panties and tugs them to the side, exposing me completely. One puff of her breath on me and I’m curling upward off the bed and gasping.

My eyes roll back at the first swipe of her tongue over my slick skin. A second follows before she shuffles closer and spreads me with two fingers. I’m exposed in the most intimateway, and I’m at peace with that. It feels right, like Bryce is the one I’m supposed to be here with.

“Look at you,” she whispers while tracing the shape of my entrance with a gentle finger. “So wet you’re dripping onto the carpet.”

I moan at the dirty words and spread my arms out on the bed. I’ve always been vocal in bed, but not usually with words.

I’m powerless to the sounds she yanks from deep in my soul when she licks me again, this time going slow enough to explore and learn what I like best. Circling my tightening hole with the tip of her tongue, she hums and then slicks her finger up with my arousal. She eases it inside, and I lurch up on the bed, grabbing her hair in a savage hold.

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