Page 45 of Unbossly Manners

My head fell back and I moaned, heat splaying out and over my pelvis. His fingers brought the wetness out, smoothing it over my clit, and my hips bucked forward, aching for his touch.

“I need more.” I breathed out, the sensations overtaking me. I hardly knew what I was saying, consumed in pleasure.

He pushed his fingers back inside my swollen lips, his thumb circling my hard nub. His lips found my nipple again and he suckled, flicking his tongue out in circles. My hips pressed up, guiding his fingers deeper inside me. His breath was hot and ragged against my chest.

His towel had fallen from his hips, his cock thick and hard, near my thigh. The sight of him sent the swirling passion between my legs into hyperdrive.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

I heated but not from lust. Speaking what I wanted was uncomfortable. And even though my body screamed for more, my mind froze.

“It’s okay. You can say it. What is your body begging me to do?”

“Go faster,” I whispered.

“What part? Over your clit or inside?”

I bit down on my lips.

“I promise, I’ll take care of you.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, but said, “Circle harder. Push your fingers in deeper.”

He obliged, and pressed his thumb harder over my clit, massaging. I matched his movements, grinding my hips into his hand. His cock bumped into my thigh, and the feel of him sent a rush of desire through my cells.

Jackson was fully concentrated on my breasts, my sex, my body, rubbing so many parts of me that I couldn’t think properly, frenzied by the yearning coursing through me.

The lust had swirled toward a crescendo around my hips, into the delicate nerves of my clit, and through the muscles that clasped his fingers inside me.

“You feel amazing,” he whispered, hot in my ear. “I’m so turned on by you.”

That confession undid me. Everything unleashed at once. The fiery sensations shot across my thighs and up my spine. My head fell back and I called out his name, profanities, gibberish… I had no idea, lost in my orgasm.

My forehead fell against his chest, the waves wracking my body, his fingers working until I lay in a satisfied heap, gasping for breath.

Jackson rested on his back, breathing rapidly, a satisfied look on his face. He moved the sheet over us.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Why are you thanking me?” I slid onto his slick chest and kissed his pectoral, licking his nipple as he’d done mine. He shivered.

“I don’t know.” He laughed. “I enjoyed it.”

My eyes slid to the outline of his cock, and the desire I’d expelled during my orgasm returned.

“What about you?”

He rested his head back. “Just you today. We can check cunnilingus off the syllabus.”

I glanced at him skeptically. “It feels selfish.”

“It’s not. Don’t ever feel like you have to do something to me or any man just because you received pleasure.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll just be a minute. I’m gonna take care of this.”

I placed my hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “I want to watch.”

His eyebrows knitted together, unsure.

“Not tonight,” he said, and kissed my forehead before walking out of the room.

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