Page 17 of My Reluctant Valentine

I gasped as his hands slid under my skirt, pushing the fabric up inch by inch, baring me to him.

“Lift,” he ordered, his voice edged with restraint. I obeyed on instinct, lifting my hips as he hooked his fingers into my panties and slid them down my legs. He lifted them to his nose, inhaling deeply before tossing them aside. “So sweet,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine. “Mypussy smells so sweet.”

I sat there, trembling, unsure what to do with my hands, my thoughts.

“Breathe, Ella,” he soothed, his hands pressing against my knees, gently parting them, opening me to him. “Just breathe.”

I gasped, my pulse hammering as he pulled me to the very edge of the chair. Then, he leaned in. Not enough to touch, not enough to give me what I needed—just enough to make me feel his heat. His breath ghosted over my slickness, making me whimper.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly. I obeyed. How could I not?

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Let me see how you do it. Show me how that sweet pussy likes to be played with.”

A shudder ran through me at the intensity in his voice. My fingers trembled as I slid them between my thighs, feeling the slickness waiting there.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” he coaxed. “Be explicit.”

I shifted against the chair, my breath shaky. “I’m... I’m touching my... my...”

“Pussy,” he supplied, voice rough with want. “Say it.”

The crude word felt foreign on my tongue, but it sent a dark thrill through me. “I’m touching my pussy,” I whispered, feeling both wicked and emboldened by the confession.

“Good girl.” The praise made my pulse jump. “Now, rub that pretty little clit for me.”

I obeyed, circling the swollen bud, by body already tensing. But this was different. I wasn’t alone. I was performing for him. And heaven help me, I liked it.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Tell me how it feels.”

I gasped as the pleasure intensified. “I... I feel achy.”

“Good. Rub a little harder.”

I did as he said, my fingers moving faster, pressure building in a way I’d never quite felt before. My thighs trembled beneaththe hard grip of his hands. I was spread open before him, on full display. My breaths grew shallower. I realized having him watch me, ordering me… I felt a tightening inside I’d never felt before. My eyes opened. “Cole...”

“That’s it. Chase that feeling. Now, think about my mouth on you,” he coaxed. “Sucking that clit, licking up every drop of that sweet cream.”

The image of his head between my legs, doing that to me, shattered me.

Pleasure crashed over me, sharper than anything I’d ever felt—raw, consuming. My whole body locked up, back arching, toes curling as the orgasm tore through me, dragging me under.

Through the haze, I heard Cole groan. I knew I’d have bruises in the morning where he gripped my thighs.

“That’s it,” he rasped. “That’s my fucking girl. So damn pretty when she comes.”

I slumped back, body wrecked, tingling from head to toe. My mind was still floating somewhere between earth and heaven.

“I can’t believe I just... at the dinner table...”

He brought my hand to his mouth, sucking my fingers clean. The sight made me start to throb all over again. “And that was just the appetizer.”

He pulled me up, and my legs shook. “Ready for your next anatomy lesson, little doctor?”

He caught my hand, pressing it against him, letting me feel how hard he was through his pants. “Feel what watching you did to me.”

My fingers curled instinctively, exploring his size. “You’re so... I mean... will it...”

“You can take every inch of me,” he promised against my lips. “Tell me what you want next. Be specific.”

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