Page 55 of Under My Skin
Slowly, her hands trail down my chest. I’m torn between watching her or watching her hands, but I’m completely captivated by the concentration laced in her features as she trails her fingers lower. As soon as she reaches the front of my pants, they slip into the waistband of my jeans, accidentally teasing the tip of my cock.
My eyes flutter shut at her touch, and when I open them again, her innocent blue eyes have flicked up to watch for my reaction. My voice is thick and rough when I say, “You’re mine for the taking?”
Her cheeks flare, and her voice is barely a whisper when she says, “Please.” Without waiting, she unbuttons my pants and opens the zipper enough to slip her hand inside. She’s only touching the outside of my boxer briefs, but fuck it feels good. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and when she leans in and kisses my neck, I suck in a breath, my thoughts dissipating.
As much as I want her to keep touching me, I pull off her cardigan. The oversized material lands on the floor next to her, and I groan at the sight. She’s perfect. All she’s wearing underneath is a thin strap tank that barely contains her perfect breasts, the material clinging to her taut nipples.
I kiss her chest, loving the way her breath catches in her throat. My mouth trails lower until I’m at the scooped neckline. Pulling down, I free one of her breasts and suck her nipple into my mouth.
She lets out a small cry, her head falling back as she gently grinds against me. I tease, and nip, and suck, all while palming her other breast. She’s so soft. When I switch to the other side, pulling her other perfectly pink nipple into my mouth, she curses under her breath, and I fight the smile it brings to my lips.
When I’ve had my fill, I sit back and gently fix her shirt before letting my hands trail down to the waistband of her leggings. Myeyes stay trained on my tattooed fingers near the ivory skin of her stomach, and something about the sight has my cock twitching.
As I slowly pull down, I’m met with light purple underwear covered in avocados, and I huff a laugh.
She smiles at my reaction, her voice still breathy when she says, “If I had known this would happen, I would have worn different ones.”
A smile still lingers on my lips as I shake my head, keeping my eyes fixed on the avocados. “No, these are perfect.” Gently trailing a finger down the front of her, I circle where I know her clit is hiding beneath the fabric, and she gasps. Then, turning my hand over, I reach further into her pants until I can feel where the cotton of her underwear turns damp. “This is all I want anyway,” I say, my voice gruff. “You, wet.”
Pushing up on her knees, she holds my face as she kisses me, and there’s a desperation behind it this time. With her hips lifted, my fingers move more freely and slip into her panties. I tease her warm and wet opening with the tips of two fingers, taking my time because everything about her feels like a dream, and the last thing I want to do is rush this. My fingers barely dip inside her before they’re out again, spreading her slick heat to her swollen clit.
Her kisses slow as she hangs in the balance of anticipating my next move. I’m dying to plunge my fingers inside her and hear her cry out, but not yet. I tease her opening with my two fingers again, my thumb gently circling her clit. Her eyes flutter shut and her forehead rests against mine. Gradually I give her more of my fingers, taking turns between circling her clit and pushing deeper inside her. I know she’s close when her walls clench every time I give her clit a little more attention. She whimpers, and her kisses have completely stopped. Her eyes shut, and her lips part with every shallow breath.
“Everett,” she pants, her eyes screwed shut. “Please.”
Hooking my fingers inside her, I add pressure on her clit while I pick up thepace.
“Fuck,” she hisses, her nails digging into the back of my neck.
“That’s it. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers, Luce.” Fuck, she’s beautiful like this. Her hips buck as she chases her orgasm, and just the thought of her riding my cock this way has my head reeling.
With one last sweep of my thumb, her eyes fly open, her body convulsing as she cries out. Keeping my fingers gently hooked inside her, I slow my thumb on her clit, giving her soft circling movements while she rides out the waves. Catching her lips with mine, I flood her with kisses, soft and slow, until she comes down from her high.
Chapter Thirty-One
LUCY
What the actualfuck just happened? No one has ever been able to make me come with just their fingers. I usually need a vibrator to get me there. But that orgasm just kept coming in waves until small ripples and aftershocks had me clenching around his fingers long after it was done.
Done isn’t the word I’d use to describe what I’m feeling, though. Everett kisses me sweetly in my dazed state, his fingers gently pulling out of me, and I’m left to clench around nothing. I’ve never felt this spent and energized all at once. My body buzzes from what he just did and wondering what else he’s capable of.
When he moves to kiss my neck, his hands caressing and exploring, I manage to ask, “Do you have a condom?”
He murmurs against my skin, “Yeah, but we don’t?—”
“Everett, get the condom.”
He huffs a laugh, his warm breath sending goose bumps over my neck. Pulling away, he gently pats my hip for me to move off his lap. I do and enjoy the view as he gets to his feet with his pants still unbuttoned so he can dig through his wallet a few feet away. He pauses before pulling out the foil, his eyes jumping to me, stillsitting on the floor and catching my breath. “You’re sure about this?”
I nod, and my breathless “very” might make me sound desperate, but I don’t care. After how he just made me feel, I am desperate.
Keeping the condom and dropping his wallet back on the floor, Everett beckons me up with a finger as he walks back toward me and takes off his shirt. “Stand up.”
I do as he says, and I’m tempted to ask how exactly we’re going to do this without any furniture, but I don’t. Something tells me he knows what he wants, and I did say I’m his for the taking.
When he reaches me, he tucks the condom into his back pocket before kneeling in front of me. Gently gripping my leggings by the waistband on either side of my hips, he pulls them down inch by inch until they’re nothing more than a puddle at my feet. I’m mesmerized as he takes off my shoes, socks, and pants with the utmost care. It isn’t until I’m left in only my underwear and cami that he looks up to meet my gaze.
Firmly holding my hips on either side, he presses a kiss to the sensitive skin near my hip bone. Teasing the band of my underwear, he gently pulls it down, and his lips follow until he’s kissing my upper thigh.
