Page 10 of Found Forever

“I …uh …” It was really hard to concentrate on forming words, let alone sentences, when his fingers were continuing to make their way up her leg. They were at her inner thigh now and it was taking every bit of effort and energy she had left not to buck her hips down and forward, so he impaled her with his skilled fingers.

His middle finger grazed the edge of her panties and she nearly combusted right there on his lap.

“Joanna,” he purred.

“I … uh … I have a few different vibrators. But I’ll also use my hand. It takes longer with my hand, though. If … if I need it quick, I grab …” She licked her lips again, then her lips parted, and she exhaled out through her mouth when that one finger wiggled its way beneath the crotch of her panties and brushed against one of her labia. “I have this one called Tracy’s Dog. It gets me there fast. I don’t really need porn. I’ll sometimes read a spicy romance book, though.”

His hum vibrated against her neck and made everything inside her prickle and tingle. Her blood pounded in her ears and her pussy clenched with longing.

It felt like hours, but was probably no more than thirty seconds, before his fingers moved further toward her center. He pushed her panties more to the side and two fingers explored her cleft. She was soaking wet, and he dipped two fingers lower to gather some of that wetness before languidly dragging them north to her throbbing clit.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice rough, but kind.

She blinked her eyes open and turned to face him. With his free hand, he cupped her jaw and slowly, in a way that totally contradicted the dirty things he was doing to her clit, he leaned forward and kissed her so softly. Sogently. It was less of a kiss, and more than just a brush of lips against lips. A whisper. A ghost of a kiss that left her wanting to be fully possessed.

He pulled away slightly and met her gaze.

His unique and magical amber eyes danced with silent amusement as he brought his mouth back to meet hers.

His tongue licked past her lips and she couldn’t pretend that she didn’t want more. She wanted all of it. She wanted full possession. So much so Mieka would have to perform an exorcism in the morning.

She opened for him willingly, greedily, surrendering to the whiskey flavored heat of his mouth and body as he pushed two fingers into her channel and his thumb found her clit and began to work it in beautiful concentric circles.

The man could kiss.

Holy bloody hell, could the man kiss.

Quality over quantity for damn sure.

She whimpered against his mouth, his kisses almost bruising with their intensity, but all in the best ways. She dished it right back. Sucked his tongue, bit his bottom lip and smiled when he growled and tightened his hold on her jaw, eventually wrapping his hand around the back of her neck.

His fingers kept their rhythm perfectly, and she bucked against his hand, chasing that rolling wave that just kept getting bigger every time it crashed back toward her. She was close. They both knew it.

Daringly, she reached down to his lap and, sure enough, found him hard, straining against the zipper of his gray dress pants.

She stroked him over his pants, but he grunted and shook his head, breaking their kiss. “No.”

“No?”

“This is about you. You said you needed to get off.”

“But … I just thought—”

“I’ll be fine. This is for you—and me—but right now, we’re focusing on you.”

Her jaw dropped open, but he didn’t let her stay like that—in a state of shock—for long. He captured her mouth again, his tongue once more tangling with hers.

She rocked against his hand, pushing his fingers deeper into her pussy. He curled them a little to press against that sweet spot. The spot her vibrator knew very well, but most men just couldn’t seem to locate.

Even though the music in the tent had shifted once more to a lively beat and laughter trickled out and up to the stars, she could barely hear any of it over the roar of her pulse in her ears.

Her body quivered with anticipation. With excitement.

She was so close.

And this orgasm was going to be a doozy.

The way his thumb just rubbed back and forth over her clit—such a simple move, but yet, so potent. And his kisses … and his smell …

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