Page 10 of Hold Me for Now

T scoots closer, reaching for me under the sheets. “What—where do you want me to touch you?” he asks in a low, whispery voice.

“I—um—” The words stick in my throat, refusing to come out.

“How about between your legs?” T supplies helpfully.

I nod, grateful he came to my rescue.

“Words, please,” Dr. D. commands loudly. I jump, guiltily, like I got caught cheating on my homework assignment.

“I want you to stroke my—my clit. Do it until I’m wet, dripping for you,” I whisper, unable to look T in the eye, but I hear it. The way he gusts out a whisperedfuckthat’s full of desire.

“That was hot,” T says, as his fingers land exactly where I told them to go.

I moan, throwing my head back. T’s right there, licking and kissing my neck, making butterflies swoop low in my stomach.

“Tell T how that feels,” Dr. D instructs, but I barely hear him because T is matching the roll of my hips perfectly.

“Good,” I groan out.

“More detailed, please,” Dr. D corrects.

“It feels—it feels…”

Work, brain. Work.

“It feels like you’re made of lightning, T, and you’re electrocuting me, but in a good way.”

Oh, my God.I internally wince.

My brain is so weird.

T snickers. “That was descriptive.”

“What do you want T to do next?” Dr. D’s voice is clinical, detached.

I’m panting, my breath coming in quick, short bursts. “I w—want him—to put his fingers in me, but don’t stop touching my clit. I want him to flick it, rub it harder.”

“Jesus,”T growls out. He’s practically salivating next to me. He’s quick to comply with my demands.

I cry out when he penetrates me with not just one but two fingers. The stretch of it is delicious.

“Okay, T,” interrupts Dr. D. “It’s your turn. What would you like right now?”

T doesn’t even hesitate. His voice hoarse, he says, “I want to fuck her. With her on top, riding me.”

Those words send arousal stabbing into me, low in my belly, so sharp it almost hurts. “Yes,” I say. “I want that, too.”

We scramble, tripping over each other, as T shifts onto his back and I rise above him. I fling my leg over him, straddling his erection, which stands tall, pointing straight up to the ceiling. I sink down on him with a sigh, taking him slowly, inch by inch. He’s already bucking by the time I reach the bottom. T digs his fingers into my hips. With gentle pressure, he guides me up and down.

“Communicate, T. What do you want?” Dr. D’s voice is a drone in the background.

“I want to fuck K hard and fast,” T grits out.

“Hey!” I tease, grinning down at him. “You saidIwas the one in charge.” I give him a playful smack on the shoulder.

He pauses at that. Chuckling, T smiles up at me in an open, amused way, so disarming with his cheeks tinged pink, his hair tousled, his eyes glazed with lust, and—damn—if he’s not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Fucking with me, while you’re fucking me,” he murmurs lazily, his eyes half-lidded, as he resumes the pump of his hips. “I like it, K.”

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