Page 56 of Finding the Pieces

“Then drop your hands to your sides,” I demand. She gives me a look of frustration, clearly hoping I’d let her pick up right where she left off when I told her to stop, one hand teasing her nipple and the other pushing on her clit.

“You’ll go at my pace now, and I’m in no hurry,” I say, caught up in the moment before I remember that Luca is napping and the monitor is on the bathroom counter.

Fuck. Maybe I need to hurry a little with an unpredictable sleeper. I wave the thought from my mind. We’ll figure it out if he wakes up.

“Back up against the wall.” She gasps when her skin hits the cold tile, eyes locked on mine, the look equal parts heat and trust. “Close your eyes.” Her breathing continues to quicken, and her nipples are rock hard. “Arms up, Ellie. Hold onto the showerhead.”

Okay, admittedly, that one’s for me. But fuck, I want to see her back arch and her tits pushed toward me. It’s as perfect a sight as I dreamed.

“I want you to listen first, and I’ll tell you when to start. I want you to move slowly, and I want you to keep the pressure on your skin light. Understand?”

She nods.

“Say it, baby.”

“I understand.”

“Start by touching your thighs. I want you to run your fingers over your hips, to your waist, along your breasts, to your collarbone, and around your neck. Do not touch your pussy. Do not touch your nipples.”

Her lips quirk in a crooked sort of smile.

“Do it now, Ellie.”

She tentatively places her fingertips on her thighs. Slowly dragging them to her hips, where she perfectly traces the faded stretch marks that glow along her skin.

“Slower,” I demand, not wanting this to end too soon…or ever, really.

I watch, enraptured as she drags her hands over her body, the touch looking so light it must be driving her as crazy as it’s driving me. Theanimal in me wants to replace her hands with mine, and I don’t want to be gentle. Her hands reach her collarbone and neck, and she drops her mouth open with a gasp.

“Now do it again but press down harder this time. I want you to think of me. I want you to imagine it’s my fingers tracing up your perfect skin. I want you to envision my hungry touch all over your body, drawing this out and making you wait.”

Her grip is desperate, and her brow furrows in frustration, eyes still shut, when I tell her to stop when her touch gets too close to her nipples and clit.Not yet.

“Do you trust me, Ellie?” I ask.

“Yes,” she confirms immediately.

“Can I try something?”

She swallows. “Please.”

My dick is rock hard.Fuck me. I’m going to come just from watching and hearing her beg. She’s not going to have a chance to reciprocate if I come right now, and I really fucking want to see what she does to me, given the chance.

“Start what you were doing before but using the softest pressure you can. One hand on your clit, one teasing your nipples. Alternate breasts, and when I tell you, increase the pressure,” I demand.

Her moan sends a shot of arousal to my groin as she dives her hand between her thighs and starts rubbing small, light circles.

“Fuck, baby. You gotta start telling me what to do now, or you’re not going to get the chance.”

Her eyes open and lock on my dick with a devilish grin.

Yeah, I’m not going to last.

“Tug on your balls,” she says without hesitation, like she’s been imagining what she wants this whole time.

I immediately do, the sensation making me practically whimper.

Fucking fuck, I gotta get it together.

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