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My breath caught when one of his hands trailed south and disappeared between my thighs. Thrilled I had taken Claire’s advice, I quickly reached for the skirt she’d convinced me to wear and hitched it up to pool at my waist. Desperate to give my boyfriend unfettered access to my body, I moved to push my thong aside, but he got there first.
“Fuck,” I cried out when I felt his fingers tracing my slit, teasing and probing me like he’d perfected this summer. “Please—”
“Shh.” Crushing his lips against mine once more, he gently pushed two fingers deep inside me and started to move. Giving my body time to acclimate to his welcome invasion, Hugh moved slowly at first, taking his time to work up to a wicked rhythm that threatened to send me over the edge.
Desperate to make him feel good, I clumsily reached for his jeans, ripping and tugging at the button and zip until he was free.
Holy shit.
He was big and thick and hard.
Lustful and in love, I fisted his thick length and tugged.
The move caused his fingers to falter and a delicious growl vibrated from his lips into mine.
Every flick of his wrist caused my body to jerk and shudder in pleasure as I rocked relentlessly into his hand, desperate to reach my breaking point.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, lips still on mine as he crooked his fingers and pushed deeper, faster, harder, and I worked him over with equal speed and intensity.
“Oh God,” I cried out, tearing my lips from his when my body got dangerously close to the edge. “Ugh…omigod…Hugh! Oh, holy fu—”
Hugh swallowed my cries with his mouth once more, wrapping his free arm around my waist to hold me in place while he finger-fucked me into oblivion.
I was going to come on his hand. I knew it. I could feel the familiar ripples of pleasure building up inside, threatening to crest and crash over me. He clearly knew this, he could obviously feel my body clenching him, and he upped the ante to a blistering level.
“I’m coming,” I cried against his lips. “I’m coming.” Eyelids fluttering, I kept my eyes locked on his as the wave of pleasure eclipsed life itself.
“Good,” he encouraged, growling against my lips.
“Jesus.” Bucking and jerking restlessly, I rode the wave shamelessly, taking from him what I needed—what he had so effortlessly given me.
“Please,” I begged, resuming my orgasm-disrupted hand job, while hitching myself up so that I was hovering over him. “Put it inside me.”
“This is so bad,” Hugh groaned, burying his face in my neck as he reached for his jeans and boxers and pushed them down his hips.
Breathing hard and ragged, I cast a glance downward and moaned when my eyes took in the glistening head of his thick length. His erection was long and thick and rigidly hard, and all I could think of was sitting on it, needing to feel him stretch my body to make him fit. Because I needed this boy to finally claim my body as his. That was the only way I could make it all go away. His touch was the only thing that could erase the monster’s.
“Condom,” Hugh whispered, against my mouth. “Need a condom.”
“No.” Shaking my head, I gripped him hard and lowered myself down, probing my lips with his thick head. “You don’t.”
Chest heaving, Hugh leaned back and released the sexiest male groan I’d ever heard. “Not without a condom.”
“Yeah, fine. Whatever.” Excited, I looked around wildly, drowning in anticipation. “Is there one in your wallet?”
“No,” he admitted, looking genuinely tortured. “I don’t have one.”
“It’s okay.” I was quick to soothe him, pumping his shaft with my fist. “You don’t need to wear one.”
“Liz, no.” A vein bulged in his neck, and he released another guttural groan, like his refusal caused him physical pain. “Wecan’t.”
“Hugh, no!” I practically cried, needing to feel him inside my body more than I needed to wake up in the morning. Because I would happily die right now if it meant that I died with him deep inside me.“Please!”
“I want to,” he groaned right back at me, still rocking into my touch. “But not without protecting you.” He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and looked up at me with a remorseful expression. “I’m sorry.”
Feeling equal parts devastated and aroused, I swallowed down my frustration, knowing that however bad it was for me, he was feeling it a million times more. Because he’d already scratched my itch, but I hadn’t thoroughly scratched his.
“It’s okay,” I soothed, leaning in close to press a kiss to the curve of his jaw. The move caused my bare breast to graze his chest, and he hissed out a moan.
