Page 170 of The First Time
I tease him with my thumb until he's kissing harder. Until he's groaning into my mouth. Until he's pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
He's reacting to the pleasure I'm giving him. And I'm reacting to the pleasure he's giving me. And, fuck, I can't decide what feels better—my hands on his skin or his hands on mine.
He brings his free hand to my other nipple and torments it too.
I stroke him harder.
He kisses me harder.
I want his pleasure as much as I want mine. More even. I tease him with my thumb a few more times. It's enough to get him to break the kiss to drag his lips over my cheek and neck.
Then he's sucking on my earlobe.
And I'm stroking him again.
I watch as he gets closer. His shoulders shake. He has to plant one hand against the tile wall. He pinches my nipple so hard I cry out.
His breath gets heavy enough I can hear it over the water.
Then he's there, groaning against my neck, his cock pulsing against my palm.
I watch as he comes on my stomach.
The sticky mess only stays for a minute—the water washes it away—but I like it. I like seeing his orgasm, feeling it, knowing I brought him all that pleasure.
"Fuck, Piper." Kit slides his arms around my hips. In one swift motion, he pins me to the wall.
His hand presses against my pelvis. Then his thumb is circling my clit. The water makes his touch different, slicker, softer. It takes a few brushes of his thumb to send waves of pleasure to my sex, but once it's there, I'm full of sensation.
Fuck. I reach up to tug at his hair. My knees knock. My legs shake.
But he's got me. He pins me to the tile with his hips.
He strokes me with his thumb.
He leans down to kiss me.
I kiss him back as pleasure builds in my body. The closer I get, the harder I kiss him.
Then I'm there and I'm sucking on his tongue and tugging at his hair.
Pleasure spills through my body as I come on his hand.
And, in this moment, I'm sure he's here with me.
I really feel like he's mine.
