Page 89 of The Alternate Captain
“Then I’d have spent the rest of my life trying to win you over,” I say.
Yeah, the lust is in full force, but I don’t care. My head is cloudy with it—and all I want to do is slip my hand down the front of her panties and find out if she’s wet for me. If she’s feeling the same for me as I am for her.
“Tell me what you need, beautiful?”
“Touch me, Johnny. Please,” she says, and my dick flexes in anticipation.
It’s fighting against the zipper of my pants.
I roll onto my side, laying tight against her and pushing myself back into position so I can nibble a spot just above the curve of her neck.
“Is that what you want?”
She nods, and I’m living for it.
“You want me to touch you here?” I kiss her neck again, and she groans.
“My pussy, Johnny. I want you to touch my pussy.”
I slide my hand right down her stomach and into her panties, not stopping to tease this time. I can’t. I’m done waiting.
And by fuck, she’s not only wet, she’s soaking.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” I breathe, pushing my body into hers. “Feel that? That’s what you’re doing to me.”
I briefly hold my breath in sync with her as I look down to where my hand is, except I can’t see what I want to see.
“Slide your pants off. Let me see you.”
The fact she doesn’t hesitate has me in a trance. I watch her, and then shift so I can sit up against her headboard, and I pull her with me so her back is against my chest. Completely naked, her head on my shoulder, and I drink her all in. I want access to every part of her. I want her in my arms as she comes apart for me.
“Open your legs,” I say, peppering kisses along her neck.
And she does, almost shaking with expectation.
I’m not sure what’s more erotic, having her quivering beneath me as I slide my hand up and down her thighs, not quite getting to her pussy, or that she’s whimpering in such a way that has me rocking against her.
“Touch me, Johnny. Please,” she says, desperation in her voice.
I run two fingers from her clit all the way down to her pussy. She’s soaking and I want to feel her. I do another pass from her clit downwards, but this time I slip a finger inside her.
Her left arm shoots up and grabs at my neck, holding herself in place while I push my finger inside her. She’s tight and hot and it’s even better than I imagined.
I work my way deeper, then press my thumb to her clit and circle, starting off slowly to determine what she likes, to see how she responds to me.
“How does it feel?” I say, right into her ear. “Is that good for you, baby?”
She moans into me and I settle my mouth down on hers, kissing her deeply.
“Don’t stop,” she says, her breath mixing with mine.
Then, eyes on eyes as she looks at me, almost silently pleading. There’s a change in her body. She tenses under me and pushes her head further into my neck. And then she exhales, giving me a warning.
“Oh my God. Johnny I’m—”
“Come for me,” I say, and she tumbles over the edge, shaking and writhing and moaning right into my neck. Her nipples are hard, and her pussy slick with wetness, but I can’t let go, not yet.
“Fuck,” she says, pushing my hand away.
