Page 240 of The First Time
"How do you want to come, Kat? On my lips? On my hand? On yours?"
"Uh…" I try to find the words to respond, but I can't. I'm too caught up in his dirty talking. How does he do that?
"How?"
"I don't know."
"You want me to decide?"
I do. I nod.
"Good. I'm in charge of this. Of your body. Of your orgasm."
My breath catches in my throat. I should hate it, but I don't. I want that.
My body goes into overdrive. It's pleading for mercy. For release. For everything.
"I want that," I say.
"Good."
He slides his arm around my waist and holds my body against his.
The fabric of his suit is rough against my skin. But it feels good. Like exactly the friction I need.
His hands hover over my inner thighs. His expression stays patient. Like he could wait a million years for me to do as he asks.
A sigh escapes my lips. Half irritated, half desperate. My body is buzzing, shaking. He needs to touch me. Now.
"Please," I say.
Nothing.
I press my palms into the mirror, undoing the arch in my back.
His fingertips brush my inner thighs. Barely. It's enough to send a wave of pleasure straight to my sex.
He strokes my thighs a little harder. A little higher.
I press my eyes closed, taking in every touch, every breath.
His fingers brush my clit.
Fuck.
That feels so good.
Want races through me. Yes. There.
He brings one hand to my chest and toys with my nipples. I arch my back, pressing my crotch against his hand.
A sigh of pleasure falls from my lips.
My body is pure anticipation.
My universe is pure anticipation.
Blake draws circles around my nipples with his fingertips.
