She moans low, throwing her head back as I caress her with delicate strokes. “More.”
My belly jumps in excitement at her command, pulling the thin fabric aside to discover her wet heat, my fingers slick with her arousal. “Are you turned on?”
“Yes. God, yes.” She rides my fingers, cupping the back of my head to return me to her breast.
I gladly comply, sucking her once more, pumping my fingers in and out, loving the desire on her face, her faint whimpers, the way her body writhes atop mine. I’d hoped she’d be responsive, but this is more than I could have asked for.
“Faster,” she whispers, and I speed up my strokes, bringing my other hand to her lower back to steady her. And though she didn’t ask for it, I can’t help rubbing her clit softly with my thumb.
She bucks, nails digging into me again. “Like that. Just like that.”
“You close?” I murmur against her breast, giving her a strong suck.
“So close. It’s so good. I—” She makes an unintelligible sound, gripping me tightly as her orgasm overtakes her, inner muscles clenching around my fingers. I continue to stroke her until she comes down from her high, wringing every drop of pleasure out of her I can, already wanting to do it again.
“Oh my God,” she mumbles, leaning down to kiss me, her lips sweet. “That was… it’s never been like that.”
Pride suffuses me as I run light fingers down her back, needing contact with her still. “So you liked it, then?” I grin, knowing perfectly well she did, but craving the ego boost all the same.
“I loved it,” she whispers. She cups my jaw, warmth flooding me at the intensity in her gaze. “I’ve never done anything like this before. Never been so… explicit with a guy.” Her lips curve up at the corners. “I really liked it.”
“Have I created a monster?”
“Yes.” She grins, bringing her hands down to run over my chest and torso.
I preen under her touch, but pause as she travels further south, brushing the backs of her finger over my dick. “Emma.” I clasp her wrist. “This was supposed to be for you.”
“I can get you off too,” she murmurs, so seductively it’s hard not to lean back and immediately unzip my fly for her.
“No, if you touch me…” I run a hand through my hair, not knowing how to put it into words. If it’ll even make sense aloud.
“You don’t want me to touch you?” She retreats, climbing off me, brows pinched together. I instinctively reach out to soothe her, taking her hands in my own.
“It’s not that.” I kiss her knuckles, testing the words in my head first, still unsure how it’ll come out. “I don’t want this to be anything for me. To take advantage of you. And if you touch me, it’ll seem more… real. Like this is something it can’t be.” I shake my head, knowing it sounds shitty even as I’m saying it. “I’m sorry, it’s difficult to explain. My logic’s already hanging on by a thread.”
She bites her lip, glancing down at my still hard cock, begging to be let out. “So I can’t touch you, but can you?”
I blink, not understanding what she’s asking. “What?”
She brings her chin up, meeting my gaze steadily. “Can I direct you, then? Will you touch yourself for me?”
Chapter Nineteen
Emma
His gaze sharpens, the blue of his eyes darkening.
I swear to God I’m having an out-of-body experience tonight or something because I’ve never in my life been this forward, this wild, this… turned on. Once the dam was breached, it’s like I can’t get enough, like I’ve transformed into this sexual creature.
And I still want more.
“You’ll tell me how I should…” He trails off, but we both know what he left unsaid. Stroke himself. Jerk off. Masturbate.
I want it all.
I nod, eyeing the way his erection strains at the fly of his pants. It’s not as if he can deny he wants some relief.
“That’s—” He shakes his head in denial, but he can’t hide the glint of excitement in his eye. “That’s not what we agreed on.”