Page 232 of The First Time

---

A groan falls off my lips.

I lean back on the bench seat.

And I touch myself with that same speed. That same pressure.

Then faster.

Harder.

Mmmm.

I need to come. I need my groans in his ear. I need everything.

His voice gets hard. "Slowly."

No. Faster. Harder. Now.

I force myself to slow. I force my touch to lighten. My fingers brush my clit with soft circles. It's agony. Delicious, beautiful agony.

Pleasure wells up inside me. My sex tightens. I'm close. So fucking close.

I keep up those slow circles. I wind myself up. Tighter and tighter and tighter.

His breath gets heavier. Needier.

He's sitting there in his office, listening to me touch myself.

And I…

I really fucking like that.

It deepens the ache inside me.

My hand takes over. I move faster. Harder.

Pleasure pools in my core.

The tension is too much too take. I'm so close.

"Come for me, Kat."

Yes.

My next stroke is faster. Harder. It only takes a few flicks of my finger, and I'm there. Agony fades into bliss. Pure, deep, blinding bliss.

The tension inside me unfurls as I come. My groans echo around the limo. Pleasure spills to my fingers and toes. I feel so fucking good.

I collapse on the bench seat. Spent. Satisfied.

"Fucking beautiful," he growls.

I try to find words, but they refuse to climb my throat.

"I'll let you go." Satisfaction drips into his voice. "Sweet dreams."

"You too."

The phone clicks.

---