Page 95 of Not Fooling Anyone

She moves her hips, grinding against me, and I return the movement, wishing our clothes were gone so I can feel her for real.

Will she let me in all the way tonight?

I keep traveling down, unbuttoning her jeans, looking up at her to make sure it’s okay as I tug at her zipper.

She’s panting heavily, attention rapt on me as I press a kiss over her underwear.

“Are you…” She clears her throat, some of the huskiness still there as she asks, “Are you going to go down on me again?”

A punch of arousal shoots through me at the anticipation in her voice. So she liked it that much?

I nuzzle against her, pressing another long kiss to the same spot, enjoying the full body twitch she makes. “I’d like to. If you want that.”

She nods, sighing as I do it again. “I want that.”

I strip the remainder of her clothes off, taking a moment to savor her nude body, incredibly beautiful as she lounges against the dark sheets.

She spreads her legs wide for me, arms moving above her head to clutch at her pillow as I move into place. I lick her long and slow, watching as her eyes squeeze shut, head dropping back as she arches off the bed, humming a wordless approval. I do it again, my dick straining at the fly of my jeans.

“You taste so fucking good,” I tell her, drinking her down. The more I do it, though, the more turned on I get, until I’m grinding into the mattress, needing relief.

I unzip my jeans, palming myself, a groan releasing from me at the first stroke.

Her eyes open, head tilting to look at me, jaw dropping as she spies what I’m doing. “Are you… touching yourself?”

“Uh huh.” I move to play with her clit, flicking my tongue over her. “You want to watch?”

I look up at her, her eyes widening comically. Damn, I love catching her off guard.

But it seems she has her own tricks up her sleeve, my grin slipping as she replies, “Yes.”

And I thought I was on fire before?

I lean back, still stroking myself, noting how her attention shifts south, studying my every movement. I tug my jeans and boxers down, peeling off my shirt too until I’m bare for her, relishing the way her gaze eats me up. I’ll gladly do this every night if it has her looking at me like that.

“You get me so hot.” My fist flies over my cock, worked up now. “Touch yourself for me, too.”

Her mouth opens and closes, once, twice, noticeably out of her element for a moment before she does as I say, hesitantly sliding her hand down her stomach, pussy on display for me as she rubs herself softly.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur. “I make you wet, don’t I?”

She nods, brows pinching together as her hand moves faster. “So wet.”

God, has there ever been a hotter sight than this woman stroking herself?

“Let me see how wet you are.” I move closer, using my index and middle finger to slowly enter her, pushing in and out.

Her head falls to the side, breaths harsh as she lets out a gasp. “Fuck, Ethan.”

“You want more?”

She nods frantically. “Give me more.”

I up my speed till it matches my hand that’s still on my cock, racing toward the finish line. I’m so fucking close, but I need to get her there, too.

Her inner thighs tremble, shaking as I keep going, her feet seeking leverage on my thighs as she moans low, her arm coming up to cover her eyes. Her pussy milks my fingers as she comes, the action setting me off too, and I angle my cock so I jet on my stomach, away from her.

Her body goes limp against the mattress, pride suffusing me at the strength of her orgasm, how badly she wanted it asking for more.

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