Page 18 of Good Girl
He nods and I feel him smile against my breast. ‘Good.’ The sensation of his exhalation buzzes my skin and I can’t help but smile as well.
‘Your body has more erogenous zones than you think,’ he whispers, sliding his hands down over my hips and round to my buttocks. Grasping me firmly, he lifts me up and drags me further down the sofa, so I’m now lying prone beneath him. I feel the heat of his hands through the material of my robe as he moves them lower to find the hem. His fingertips skim over the sensitised skin behind my knees—a place I never thought in a million years would be so sensitive to touch—and I let out a gasp as flames of desire flicker up my thighs to join with the heat already pounding through my pelvis.
One by one, he walks the fingers of one hand up the inside of my leg, his mouth still hovering over my breast with erotic intent, and I begin to drag in short, sharp pants as I feel him getting closer to the place I ache to be touched. He’s casting some sort of spell over me. In my haze of lust I think I’d probably do anything right now to get what I want. What Ineed.
‘You know, the whole of your pussy is one big erogenous zone.’ He goes on to prove this as his fingers finally reach their destination and he walks them over my mound, pressing firmly on each side and opening me up to his exploration. Each small pressure sets off little bombs of erotic sensation through me, as if all the nerves in my body have accumulated in my vagina and are having a war with each other. But he doesn’t touch my clit, which throbs with longing to join in.
I almost sob with frustration as he walks his fingertips further up my torso and away from where I desperately need them to stay.
Moving up the sofa so we’re now face to face, he looks into my eyes and I realise he’s checking if I’m still okay with all this.
‘Please...yes...’ is all I can say. I know I want something more, but I’m not sure how to ask for it. I need him to tell me.
‘Have you ever found your G-spot?’ he asks, his gaze searching mine.
‘What’s a G-spot?’ I pant.
His smile is wicked. ‘So much good stuff to learn,’ he murmurs as his fingers glide lower again.
This time he parts me fully and I gasp as he gently penetrates me with one long finger. I’m so turned on it slips easily inside me, bringing with it another riot of sensations. He slides it deeper, watching for my reaction the whole time, and I have to close my eyes because it’s too intense, too intense...
And then he hits a spot that makes me see stars and I jerk beneath him, trying to get him to touch it again.
‘There?’ he murmurs.
I nod and he finds it again, pressing hard in short pulses.
‘Oh, oh, oh!’ is all I can say.
And then his thumb glides over my clitoris and I think I’m going to die with pleasure. But it’s not enough. Not quite. I need something...something more...
As if he senses my inner battle, he whispers, ‘Tell me what you need, Juno. Say it, whatever it is. Say the words. You have to tell me what you want or you’re not going to get it.’
A fierce blush burns my cheeks, but I’m determined to ignore it. I’m not going to let it stop me from getting what I want. I don’t want this to end. I have to have more.
‘Faster,’ I force out. ‘I need it faster. And harder.’
‘Good girl,’ he says with a smile in his voice and does as I ask, increasing both pressure and tempo until I think I’m going to go crazy with the joy of it. I’m so close to the brink, after a whole day of my body being primed for his touch, that I know it’s not going to take much more to break me apart.
I begin to match his movements, unable to stay still, pushing myself harder against the pressure of his fingers. A low, guttural noise is building in the back of my throat, but I’m too far gone to care.
And then, as if I’m hitting a high I’ve been unable to reach before, the intensity of the sensation shatters and wave after wave of pure pleasure washes over and through me, making my limbs jerk involuntarily and my breath stutter in my throat. I’m unable to focus on anything but the sensation of the orgasm as it rushes through me over and over again. I let out a loud groan of relief as it finally begins to subside and turns into a gentle buzz of satisfaction.
My world comes back to rights and I open my eyes to find Sandro staring down at me, his expression one of awe, as if he’s never seen anything more absorbing in his life.
And suddenly I’m shy again and intensely aware of how vulnerable I just allowed myself to be. I squeeze my eyes shut, hiding in the darkness I find there, taking a moment to centre myself. When I open them again, he’s smiling at me.
‘Fuck. That was so beautiful to watch,’ he mutters roughly, drawing his hand away from between my legs and gently pulling my robe closed to protect my modesty.
My body gives a throb of regret at the loss of his touch.
‘And that concludes your lessons for today: how to ask for what you want,’ he murmurs.
‘Really? You want to stop now?’ I ask. I was expecting him to ask for his own orgasm in return, so I’m surprised to find he doesn’t seem to want that. At least not tonight, I guess.
‘More tomorrow. I promise. Time to sleep now.’ He rolls away from me, and off the sofa to standing, then holds out a hand and helps me up too.
My legs feel like jelly and I have to hold on to him for a second to steady myself.
