Page 77 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
I watch as her crystal blue eyes darken as I tug her up, pulling her to my lap, taking my time as I pull up her fitted T-shirt and toss it to the floor. I suck in a breath as I stare at the vision in front of me. Tits that I can’t wait to have in my hands on—and more so in my mouth—stare at me as they are held in by a white lace bra that is so Ainsley, yet so fucking sexy, I might come right now.
“Fuck,” I groan, my mouth on her chest like a magnet is pulling me toward it.
I place slow, lingering kisses across the top of her chest, her back starting to arch as I take my time. My hands slowly start pulling down her straps before I reach around with one to take off her bra. The fabric falls away from her, and I guide it down her arms before completely removing it.
“Even more perfect then I imagined.” I cup each in my hands, loving the weight as I bring one to my mouth.
I feel her body tense and then start to writhe against me as I start sucking on her peaked nipple. Her hands are now in my hair, pulling ever so gently as I move my mouth to the other, wanting to make sure it has just as much attention.
“Linc…” My name dies on her lips as I start flicking her nipple, her back arching so much I need to move my hands just to make sure she doesn’t fall. Shit, she’s so responsive. So expressive. How the fuck did Dr. Dipshit, or any other tool she’d been with, not realize that Ainsley wasn’t enjoying herself? This girl hates lying; I doubt she was faking orgasms.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, taking my mouth away for just a second so I can watch her face as I tease each of her nipples.
“Yes,” she breathes. “But I want more.”
My cock twitches at her words. “More, huh?”
Her head bobs up and down, her eyes half open as I start to grind my dick into her. “Yes.”
“Always so polite,” I say as I lay her down on my couch, sucking on a nipple one more time before I position myself next to her. “Now what do nice girls say when they want something?”
Her eyes open for me, already dazed, and I haven’t even made her come yet.
Yet being the operative word.
“Please.”
It’s barely a whisper, but I heard it. And I want more.
“What was that?” I ask as I slide down her leggings. “What is it you want?”
“More…please.”
“That’s my girl.” I lean up, planting my lips on her again as my hand travels down to the spot that I’ve been dying to touch.
Fuck, she’s soaked. I can feel it through her white lace panties. Ainsley is drenched from that little bit of foreplay. I don’t plan on having sex with her tonight—baby steps is the name of this game—but I can’t imagine what she’s going to feel like when I finally have that wetness around my cock.
Our kiss deepens as I slide my fingers around the damp fabric, slowly teasing her entrance. Her hips are already begging for more, and so is every other movement she’s making. She’s pulling at my hair. Her chest is pressing up into me. The little moans leaving her mouth are quite possibly the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard in my life.
So I do as she asks, and I slide one finger in. Her gasp is loud, and I almost lose myself right there, feeling how goddamn tightshe is around me. If she’s like this for my finger, her pussy is going to squeeze my dick like a vise grip.
“That’s it,” I whisper, slowly working my digit around to warm her up. “I’ve got you.”
There’s so much I want to do right now. I want to kiss her again, because I’m pretty sure I’m already addicted. I want to suck on her perfect tits, but I have a feeling that’s going to be a daily occurrence now that the flood gate has been lifted for that. But no, above everything else right now, I just want to watch her.
I want to watch her face as she feels my finger—now fingers—inside of her. I want to watch her find the pleasure in something that I’m going to guess by her reaction she’s never felt before.
I just want to watch.
“Feels…so…”
“I know,” I say, enjoying every moment, maybe more than she is. I know I said this night is about her—and it is. And I knew that I’d enjoy myself. But even I didn’t realize how much I’d get lost in her body. In her touch. In how with every movement she makes in response to me, I want to give her that much more.
I start speeding up my movements, sensing she needs more. And I’m right. My fingers are working in and out of her, and for every push I make, her hips rise more and more in the air. Like they’re begging me to finish her off. Fuck, she’s so hot right now. My cock is begging for comfort, release, anything, as I watch this gorgeous woman chase a high only I can give her.
“You’ve got this,” I say, rubbing her sensitive nub a little faster. “Let go, Ainsley. Just let go.”
And she does. I feel the second her orgasm hits her. Her body shakes. Her hands grip onto my arms like she needs it to hold herself to this Earth.
