Page 14 of The Couch Where It Happens

“Ohmigod.” He’d definitely earned the Lord’s name taken in vain. When I could control my limbs again, I pulled his head up and away and stared into his face. My chest was heaving, and I knew I was grinning.

“What?” His adorable eyes were big and wide, his lips flushed and parted, yet he looked panicked. “What?”

I tugged on his upper arm. He needed to drop his hand between my legs right fucking now, but he wasn’t getting my signal.

“You scored on a double, but you still need to round the rest of the bases.”

He blinked rapidly and continued to look confused.

I flat out laughed. “Do you actually not know that baseball analogy?”

“Uh, I play football.” His expression didn’t clear, no lightning bolts of understanding, zip.

“I came from breast stimulation, you dork.”

“You…” His blinking stopped, but then his chest rose with a deep breath.

And he didn’t breathe out.

For the love of God.It was 1984 and women could take charge of sex, so I said it. “Now touch my clit.”

That got him to exhale. His eyes fell away from mine, down to the apex of our thighs. “Show me.”

If that’s how he wanted to keep the game going, I was ab-so-fucking-lutely willing to play. It wasn’t easy to fit his hand between us, so I slid back on his thighs. We both watched his fingers stroke between my legs, up and down, gliding over my arousal. I knew he could feel the slickness waiting for him.

“This?” His almost-there was driving me bonkers. He was being gentle, but he was missing the spot. Close, but missing it. I was done.

“Here.” I grabbed his hand and brought his pointer finger to my open mouth. I kept my eyes on his while I swirled my tongue and wet the finger that was about to give me what I wanted.

“Keep breathing, big guy.”

He nodded. His pupils were still huge, almost overwhelming his irises as he watched his finger between my lips.

Like using a pen, I guided him to tap on the nub he needed to find. “Right here. Start slow and easy and keep going until I come again.”

“Got it.” Mr. Princeton Football proved to be smart enough to manage the play without further instructions. Even when I squirmed to rub my breasts against his chest, even when I begged and pleaded for more, even when I tried to order him to fuck me, he didn’t stop focusing on my clit. Bastard.

“Until you come again.” His words sounded forced out from between his teeth. “Did you?”

“In me.” I was so close. I wanted cock. “I need it.” His cock would get me there. I knew it. “In me.”

“This?” His finger left my clit and thrust into me, and that was it. In and out. He had it. I had it.

I told him to go harder, go faster, and he listened. He added another finger, and they were huge and filled me and reached so deep. I could hear the sound of his fingers in my pussy, in all that welcoming wetness, and that was the piece I needed.

“I’m falling.” My elbows locked, but they weren’t going to hold me, and I would collapse backward and probably snap my quads or hit my head, but I needed this. I needed. Fuck. I needed. “I can’t.” I was gasping. “Can’t stay up.”

He understood and yanked me toward his shoulder, giving me a place to land. For a moment, his hand was trapped between us, but he jerked it out and wrapped his arm around my thigh and reached from that new direction while his other hand lifted me higher on his chest. Long arms. Strong arms.

“Different angle here,” he muttered into the curve of my breast. “Tell me when I find it again.”

He found it right away, or it found him, and I was flying. Pretty sure I screamed. And maybe disappeared from my mind for a little bit.

“Are you ready?” He held me high up on his chest and talked to the valley between my breasts.

I huffed breath at him, the only response I could offer in this near-coma. Sure as shit, I couldn’t move. I’d had two orgasms, but he still hadn’t come. His giant penis rose against his stomach, and I could feel it in the lubed condom whenever I wiggled, but he hadn’t so much as thrust the head across my clit. His control took my breath away, so unlike the men I’d messed around with before, or even the ones I’d seriously dated. He certainly flipped the definition of cock tease.

I found the energy to let go of his shoulder and guide him to my opening. When I felt him lined up, straining to enter, I grabbed his chin with my other hand. “Look at me.”

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