Page 46 of Knot Going Down
She snorts, but with the dim light skimming her face, I can see the blush on her cheeks deepen. Not that I’m looking or anything. I jerk my eyes back to the ceiling.
“Okay… now what?” she asks.
“Now… go lower. Start with the outside. No pressure, just explore. You’re not trying to win a prize here.”
“I feel like I should’ve lit a candle or something,” she mutters.
She deserves candles. And rose petals, and someone giving her all the pleasure she craves. “This isn’t a séance. We aren’t calling on dead ancestors to summon the orgasm. Just… find what feels good.”
There’s a long pause, and then a sharp intake of breath.
“Oh,” she says, stunned.
I grin. “There it is.”
“I didn’t think—wow. That’s… okay, yeah. I see what the fuss is about. I didn’t think it would feel the same if it wasn’t a partner doing it.”
“Told you,” I say smugly, still not looking at her, but picturing her expression in vivid detail. “Try circling your fingers. Different directions. See what your body likes.”
Emily’s quiet, but her breathing changes. Soft. Ragged. Focused. I risk a glance and find her lips parted on a silent moan, lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks.
“You’re doing great,” I say gently. “Such a good girl.” I bite my lower lip to cut off the dirty praise threatening to tumble out. My whole body feels flushed and hot. I push down the covers as slowly as I can, trying not to distract her.
She peeks at me through her lashes. “Do you… do it a lot?”
“Lately? Constantly.” I laugh, but there’s a bitter tinge to it. I used to control my desire, now I feel like my desire controls me. Or tries to. I’m not going to let it take over right now. This is about Em. All for her. But I’ll give her an honest answer. “My hormones are throwing a rave, and I’m the only one invited.”
That makes her laugh, and it’s this beautiful, warm sound that fills the room. Then she sighs, and it’s heavier. “This is kind of amazing. I wish someone had told me about this earlier.”
“You’re telling me Knox never tried to show you?” The man reeks of kink and play. Oh, that thought is dangerous territory, and I’m already way too horny.
Emily shakes her head. “We were awkward. Sweet, and good, but teenagers. Honestly, I think he was more nervous than I was.”
“Sounds about right,” I say with a smirk. “No offense to your former—and, I’m assuming, only—-lover, but your body deserves a little more worship.”
She doesn’t correct me on my assumption, just shifts under the blanket, a little more confident now. “So what do I do if I want to… finish?”
I turn toward her, resting my cheek on my hand. As much as I want to give her some semblance of privacy, I don’t want to miss this. My control only goes so far. “You just let go. Ride the sensation. Don’t overthink it. Your body knows what to do.”
She nods, chewing her bottom lip in concentration. Her eyes drift closed.
For a while, there’s only the sound of her breath, the faint lull of the waves, and the distant rumble of Gunner snoring in the living room.
A moan slips past her parted lips, and I feel it right between my ribs. The sensation sizzles down my spine to rest deep in my core. I fist the bedsheet to keep from doing anything rash.
Her knees fall to the sides, splaying herself. But covered by the blanket, I can’t see the paradise under her fingers. Her hand moves faster as her head falls back. The rise and fall of her chest is sweet torture as the soft moonlight from the open window kisses her pebbled nipples. Emily tenses. “Oh… oh my…”
Her whole body goes still, and she lets out another little moan. “Oh. Oh oh oh,” she pants. The sound of her pleasure mixes with the sound of her fingers working the wetness between her thighs. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t even see it!
She lets out a gasp, then a long, deep moan as her body flexes. Muscles locking as the pleasure overtakes her. It’s stunning to witness.
A few seconds pass before she collapses back against the pillow like a deflated pool float.
“Holycrap,” she breathes.
I smile and reach over, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Welcome to the club.”
Emily’s eyes open, and they’re glassy with awe. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
