Page 52 of A Slice of Love

Laughing, he pulls the material from my body, leaving me sitting atop the counter in nothing but my bra and tiny sleep shorts.

He stares down at my chest, and there’s an unmistakable hunger in his eyes.

“Do you need instructions?”

Jonas smirks at my smartass comment. “Well, this is quite the turn from the first time we did this.”

“The first time we did this, I didn’t know what I wanted, and everything felt amazing.”

“Maybe I was just that good.”

You were.“Just touch me, Jonas.”

With shaking fingers, he pulls the cups of my bra down, the pads of his thumbs grazing over my sensitive nipples.

I’m not sure if it’s his touch that makes me tremble, or if it’s the fact that he’s as nervous as I am.

“Perfect,” he mutters. “So fucking perfect.”

Lowering his head, he flicks his tongue out, teasing me. I growl in disapproval and he laughs, closing his mouth around me, letting the vibrations quiver through me.

“Oh holy…Wow.”

He pulls away. “See? Told you I know what I’m doing.”

“Well then don’t stop!”

He doesn’t.

I don’t know how long we spend on the counter, Jonas giving each breast the attention it deserves. I’m writhing, looking for even the smallest amount of friction where I need it.

“Touch yourself, Frank.”

“Like…in front of you?”

He chuckles. “Yes.”

My heart begins to hammer for other reasons.

I’ve never touched myself in front of someone before. I’ve always left that for late at night when everyone else is asleep, no one around to hear my moans.

But I’m aching. I need relief.

Swallowing, I say, “I will if you will.”

He nods, dropping one hand to the button on his jeans and working it open. The sound of his zipper is loud, the rustling of his hand as he frees himself deafening.

Unlike all those years ago, I don’t look away as he pulls himself from his jeans.

He wraps his fist around his length, working his erection in a slow rhythm as he stares down at me.

Stepping away until he’s no longer touching me, he leans forward a bit. “Fair is fair, Frank.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and slide my hand inside my shorts, but he shakes his head, stopping me.

“W-What?”

“Pull your shorts to the side. Spread your legs for me so I can see.”

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