Page 24 of Climb Me Maybe
"No," she agrees, leaning down until her breath is hot against my ear."It's not."
Before I can respond, she sits back and pulls her tank top over her head, revealing perfect, round breasts with dusky nipples.
My mouth waters.
"Touch me," she whispers, guiding my hands to her breasts.
They fill my palms like heaven, soft and warm, and when I brush my thumbs across her nipples, she arches into my touch with a soft moan that makes my trapped cock throb against her molten lava center.
"You're so beautiful," I breathe, stroking her sweet curves and velvety skin as she gasps.
She lifts up and I immediately miss her heat.She moves lower on the table, her hands sliding down my abs.
"Can I touch you here?"She trails a finger along my hips at the edge of the sheet, making my skin flutter.
“Yes, please…” I nod enthusiastically, and she pulls the sheet away, exposing me completely.My cock is already so hard and desperate.
She just stares for a moment, her lips parting.
"God, your cock is magnificent,” she breathes, then wraps her oil-slicked hand around me.
"Holy shit," I gasp, my entire body jolting at the contact.Nothing—nothing—has ever felt like this.
"Wow," she purrs, her grip firm but gentle as she explores me."I love how you react to my touch."
I have to get up onto my elbows to watch.Her thumb swipes across the swollen head, collecting the bead of moisture there, and my toes actually curl.A shudder racks my entire body as she spreads the slickness around the sensitive crown.My head goes back with a loud groan.
"Mmm, you like that," she whispers, her voice husky."Leaking for me already."
“I won’t last,” I rasp, as she strokes down to the base, then back up, her fingers learning every ridge and vein.
“I’m aware,” she replies, as she bites her lower lip.
She works me over with agonizing patience, my body riding a fine, maddening edge.
When she draws her fingers into a twist at the top, focusing on the spot just beneath the head, I buck.
"Oh Christ," I groan, my hands clawing at the vinyl table.
"That's the spot, isn't it?"She does it again, her smile wicked as she watches me fall apart."Right here on your sensitive cock?"
Her other hand cups my balls, rolling them gently as she continues that electrifying twist of her oiled fingers.The sensation makes my vision blur.
"Imogen, I can't—" My voice breaks as she varies her rhythm, sometimes stroking slow and deep, sometimes quick and light across the head.
"Can't what, baby?"she teases, using both hands now—one working my shaft while the other focuses on the swollen tip."Can't handle how good this feels?Can't believe someone's touching you this way?"
She’s destroying me.Every nerve ending is on fire, every muscle taut with pleasure I never knew existed.
"You're shaking," she observes with obvious delight."Your whole body's trembling for me.I bet you never imagined it could feel like this.”
She's right—I'm shaking like a leaf, my hips bucking helplessly into her touch as she works me with devastating prowess.When she leans down to kiss the tip, her lips glistening with my precum, I nearly black out.
"That's it," she murmurs, stroking me with slow, firm pressure."Let it happen, Brady."
I groan."I’ve never…been touched like this."
She presses a soft kiss to my lips."I'm honored to be your first."
