Page 162 of From Best Friend to Bride
Looking at the most intimate part of me.
“I… I…”
Fred paused, then stood up. Without a word, he undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor along with his underwear. My breath hitched when I saw his cock—perfectly sized, and just thick enough that I could already tell he wouldn’t have to play that many cards to make it feel good.
He placed his hands on my knees and parted my legs. He dragged his gaze down my body, and I threw my arm over my eyes as embarrassment made my skin flush pink.
“Hey,” he said softly, sliding his hands up my thighs. “I’m embarrassed, too. Look.”
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Ipeeked out from under my arm at him. His chest and neck were bright red, and his cheeks were the pinkest shade I’d ever seen on anyone’s face.
It was ridiculous, given the things he’d been saying to me. And he’d said them all with a straight face, the scoundrel.
Yet knowing that it wasn’t just me who felt slightly out of place here was akin to a warm hug. A reassuring kiss that he was just as uncertain about this new development as I was, even as we gave in and let our bodies take the lead.
I cracked the tiniest of smiles and held my arms out for him. He came willingly, and I wrapped them around his neck, kissing him until the hint of awkwardness passed. The kiss only stoked my desire further, and this time, when he moved down my body and positioned himself between my legs, the hesitance I’d felt a moment ago had all but melted away.
He kissed the inside of my thighs, his exhales a myriad of soft breezes across my skin. I tensed as anticipation rolled its way through me, and I wanted nothing more than to feel his mouth against my pussy.
I’d imagined it so many times when I’d been here alone. I’d used that damn toy a thousand times while thinking of this exact moment—of Fred, between my legs, ready to explore me and devour me like I was everything he needed.
The thought that I’d finally get to experience that was going to drive me insane if he didn’t get on with it right now.
“Are you—”
“Is it in here?” he asked, pulling back.
I propped myself up on my elbows. “Is what where?”
“That bloody machine you love so much.” He yanked open the top drawer of the bedside table and paused, glancing back at me with a playful glint in his eyes. “Easy access to it, huh?”
“What are you—no!” I sat up and made a grab for it, but he held it out of my reach. “Fred!”
He examined the little purple magic machine before looking back at me with a wicked smile. “Come on. You’ve tortured me enough—how many times have I had to listen to you come because of this?”
I opened and closed my mouth several times, trying to make something, anything, come out of it.
“At least let me see what it does for myself,” he said in a lower tone, pushing me back on the bed.
Oh, my God.
Was I really going to let him do this?
Was I going to let him use this toy on me?
“How does it go again? This bit inside?” He motioned to the right bit. “And this on your clit?”
My cheeks flamed. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
He grinned and leant over me, drawing my lower lip into his mouth to gently suck on it, sending a spark of lust shooting through my body. “Neither can I. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined you using this thing?”
My chest heaved. “Don’t be too upset if the real thing isn’t as good as your dreams.”
“I won’t be. It can only be better.” He kissed his way down my neck, across my breasts, my stomach, my hip, and then… He stopped right as he reached my pussy.
