Page 45 of Behind the Scenes
“I can’t,” I whimpered. “I don’t think I can take any more.”
She let out a chuckle and crawled up my body. Her arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me to her. The warmth of her body was comforting, something I hadn’t felt in years.
If I were in my right mind, I wouldn’t have stayed in bed with her. Wouldn’t have let her hold me like a lover and whisper dirty things in my ear while pleasuring me.
But I wasn’t in my right mind.
And I didn’t want to be.
So when her fingers came up to tease my nipple and she left wet kisses down my throat, I leaned into it. When her hands trailed down between my legs again to where my swollen, aching cunt was, I opened my legs for her.
“Such a good girl for me,” she whispered. “Opening your legs and arching into me at the barest touch. Who knew the all-powerful Laura would turn into such a needy mess?”
I wanted to fight her. I wanted to have a snappy comeback to put her in her place, but I couldn’t. There was no denying it. Heat sprouted wherever her fingers trailed. Her every breath sent shivers down my spine.
Giving in to my curiosity had been one of my worst mistakes. I’d known it the moment I pushed her against the door. The moment I kissed her. And I knew it every time I opened myself to her.
Yet I still turned my head to catch her lips with mine, intertwining our tongues as she played with my body so effortlessly.
I wanted to touch her. I wanted to make her feel good.
With anyone else, I never cared. Especially at the club. It was about my pleasure, not theirs.
But with her, every time my hands wandered back to touch her, I loved hearing her breath hitch. I wanted to hear her lose herself to me just like I was losing myself to her.
I turned around, not disconnecting our lips once. I hitched my leg up on her hip so her hand could slide right between them. It gave me just enough room to do the same to her.
I had lost count of the times I had done the same thing in my sleepy haze. Forgotten just how her once unrecognizable body became something I was all too familiar with.
We were both naked, and there was no barrier between my hands and her cunt.
“So good,” she praised as my fingers brushed her clit. “Keep going, baby, and I’ll give you another one, hm?”
Her voice was warm, her praise even more so. It was that warmth that made me want to do better.
I kissed down her face and neck before digging my teeth into the place where her neck and shoulder met. The sharp intake of breath and the groan that followed had my stomach flipping.
She slipped two fingers inside me, rocking them with the movements of my hips as I played with her.
Slow, lazy movements were all I could manage with my body still so warm and feeble.
“Next time I want to watch you,” I mumbled against her skin. “I want you to show me how much you get off by watching me come.”
When I slipped my fingers from her entrance to her clit, I was surprised by just how tightly she was gripping me.
She likes it when I talk about a next time.
“Next time, my love?” The teasing in her tone had my heart skipping a beat. “I’ll have no qualms about kneeling in front of you and showing you exactly how ravenous you make me.”
“Show me how you fuck yourself when you think of me,” I whispered and twisted my fingers inside her.
She shifted her hand, keeping two fingers inside me but using her thumb to play with my clit.
“Like this.”
My moan got caught in my throat as she picked up the pace. My swollen, oversensitive cunt couldn’t take the pace she set.
“I can’t help myself,” she said. “All I can think about is you. The need is too strong and I?—”
