Page 53 of A Slice of Love

His words push me nearer to the edge I’m already close to slipping over.

With an encouraging deep breath, I follow his request, pulling my skimpy bottoms aside and stretching my legs wide.

At first it feels strange being exposed to him like this, but seeing the fire dancing in his green eyes and watching his cock jump, I feel sexy.

Brave.

Wanted.

“Son of a bitch,” he mutters. His eyes flash to mine with a realization. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

I shake my head. “I sleep naked.” Shrug. “Seemed pointless to put them on after my shower.”

“One leg up on the counter.”

I obey.

“Scoot forward.”

I do.

“Now touch yourself.”

Slowly, I drag my fingers over my shaved mound and trace a single digit over my swollen clit.

His eyes flare again, and he grips his cock tighter, biting at his lip.

I add another finger and begin to rub short, slow circles over my bud, my own eyes glued to what he’s doing to himself.

I’m not focused on what I must look like to him, spread wide on the counter. All I’m thinking about is how I feel.

And right now, I feel like I’m going to explode.

I slide a single finger into my hole, and Jonas stutters in his movements.

I add another.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers with a gravelly voice.

He takes a step closer, reaching out for me. I watch as his fingertips dance along my inner thigh and down, down, down, inching closer and closer to just where I want him.

His gaze meets mine, and his Adam’s apple bobs heavily as he swallows. “I need to touch you.”

I don’t say anything, and I don’t break eye contact.

A single finger grazes against my clit, and I come undone with the simple touch.

“Oh shit,” he drawls out, and then his mouth is on mine, like he can’t stand to not touch me.

He wraps my hair around his hand, his grip so hard it almost hurts. He pulls me to him roughly, fitting himself between my legs once again, and I go to him with eagerness.

“I need to be inside you again.”

I moan. “Please.”

“Do you have anything? I wasn’t planning on this.”

“I…” Crap. “N-No. I, uh, I’ve never had a reason to have anything.”

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