Page 103 of Can't Help Falling

She would have laughed if she hadn’t been too busy twanging with energy and sensation, her body coiling against the place his fingers rested. She hadn’t expected him to be so cursey during sex. It charmed her.

His fingers slipped, not making a pattern so much as exploring her. Her eyes were glued to the sight of his wide hand underneath her tiny underwear; she knew he was looking in the exact same place.

Her hands came down from his hair, releasing him, and she planted them onto his legs, feeling his coarse hair, the heat, the tensing of his muscles.

He let out a long breath she hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and this time, his fingers did trace a pattern through her wetness. A sort of figure eight that had her pushing forward, her eyelids heavy, her chest heavy with breath and heartbeat.

“Wow,” he whispered. “Wow, dammit.”

He started a soft little strum with his thumb, and she let her head fall back. He caught her eyes for a moment and then directed his gaze back between her legs. He was touching her softly, learning her.

“I—” She gasped. “Take work,” she warned him. “Don’t have—” She gasped again. “A quick trigger.”

He grinned. “You act like I don’t know you, Fin.”

And the featherlight butterfly of his touch didn’t increase in pressure but it did increase in speed. He was teasing her, his fingers tracing her, guiding her. She was chasing that feeling, rising. This didn’t feel anything like it usually did when she touched herself, but she couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling back.

She was losing herself in the touch of him, choking out his name when he pressed two fingers inside of her, his thumb still strumming. But she hadn’t lost track of time; she never did during sex.

She tried to turn, to press against him, move to the next act. But he put one hand on her hip and held her still.

“You’ll get carpal tunnel,” she protested.

He tilted her chin, looked in her eye, searched her expression. “Does it feel good?”

“God, yes.”

“Then be patient.” He pressed her back down and resumed, his fingers scooping inside of her, his thumb strumming, his breath hot on her neck, his hand sculpting her breast.

And again Fin was chasing sensation, losing her breath, gasping, writhing against him, one of her hands in a fist in the sheets, the other gripping his knee.

But again, time got its nails into her hair and Fin felt herself yanked back to reality. She tried to twist in his arms for the second time and this time he let her. She panted as she straddled him, her panties soaked, her mouth seeking his. He kissed her fiercely for a moment before he tugged his head back and searched out her eyes.

“What just happened?” he asked gently.

“Um, foreplay?” she said, a little bit of snark racing in to cover up the nerves that had started to wake up again in her gut.

“No. Why’d you have me stop? It felt like you were close.”

She cleared her throat and tried to lean in for a kiss again, but he raised his eyebrows. She held, just a breath from his lips, and sighed. “I told you I’m not a quick trigger. It can take a really long time to get me there.”

His hands traced the hourglass of her, a small smile making the corners of his mouth catch the blue in the waning late-afternoon light. “Good thing we have a long time with no obligations right this very second.”

His expression, light and sweet, clouded a moment later as he read the look on her face.

“Hold the phone. Are you saying that you don’t want me to even try to get you off?”

Fin felt her mouth twist up. She resisted the urge to slide off his lap and get under the covers, where she wouldn’t be quite so naked.

“It’s...been the source of a lot of frustration in the past.”

His brow furrowed. “For you?”

After a moment, she shook her head. “Usually for the guy. They get irritated when nothing they do works. But it’s not that big of a deal. I can almost always get there by myself during sex.”

Tyler’s mouth dropped straight open. His eyes went wide as he flopped backward onto the bed, his arms flinging up over his head.

“Wow,” he murmured to the ceiling. “Wow. It all makes sense now.”

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