Page 92 of The Close-Up
I peer down at him, my chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm. His palms fall on the tops of my thighs. Just the heat of his skin on mine makes my mouth water. It’s like my body knows exactly how good he can make me feel and is aching in anticipation.
“Better?” he asks.
“Very much so.”
He turns his face to the side and presses a firm yet soft, lips-only kiss on the inside of my thigh. My head falls back and I let out a breathy yelp at the heat of his mouth on that sensitive patch of skin, how heavenly his thick lips are as they tease my flesh. Pulling away for just a second, he lets out a breath. The wet warmth coats my inner thigh like an invisible blanket. It’s the most comforting and arousing feeling. He kisses me on that spot once more, this time grazing me with his tongue.
The sensation it sends to that aching spot between my legs is like a lightning bolt. It’s such a tiny and soft touch, but it possesses so much power. And pleasure. My chest rises as I fight for more air. Good lord, does Simon know how to tease.
Closing my eyes, I soak in the pleasure sensation once again when he gives my other inner thigh the same treatment.
“That inner thigh twitch,” he groans. “I had dreams about that thigh twitch all night.”
“You did?” I say, eyes still closed. Between my legs I’m throbbing. If he so much as grazed the inside of my thigh with his finger, I’d come right here, right now.
“Mmm-hmm,” he answers with his mouth on my thigh, but pulls away after a half-second. “The muscles in your inner thighs twitch like crazy when you’re turned on. Did you know that?”
I shake my head no.
“Too bad you don’t have your vibrator on you.”
“Actually...”
Simon’s eyes widen. Propping myself up on my elbows, I nod over to the camera bag next to my purse.
“Harper packed it as a joke. She has a twisted sense of humor.”
“Damn. I like Harper even more now.” He half-smiles. “I’d like to use it on you if that’s okay.”
My face catches fire as I try to fight my own grin. It breaks free anyway. I can’t help but feel nervous at Simon’s request. I mean, sure, this is my biggest fantasy come true: Simon Rutler is actually going out of his way to please me. I can hardly believe it. My stomach does a million somersaults at just the prospect. I remind myself to breathe so I don’t pass out from pure anticipation.
“Of course that’s okay.”
He grins and stands up, then waltzes over to the coffee table where my bags are and pulls out the hot pink vibrator.
“Tell me how you like to use this,” he says when he’s back on his knees in front of me. By now his light brown eyes are dilated and there’s a cloudy haze to them. He’s so very turned on—by me and my vibrator. It makes me want to pounce on him and ride him until we’re both screaming. But not yet. I want to see Simon showcase his skills a bit—and I want to see how hot I can make him even in a moment when he’s dead set on focusing on me.
“Can I show you instead?” I ask, biting my lip.
His brow shoots up. “Um, hell yes.”
I grab his hand that’s wrapped around the base of my vibrator and bring it to my face. Then I slowly run my tongue up and down it, all the while keeping eye contact with Simon. His eyes go wide. When he swallows, his neck turns beet red. And then his chest heaves.
“Holy shit,” he mutters, eyes wide.
“Put it inside of me,” I say. “Slowly.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He obeys my order. My head falls back and I groan. My vibrator is smaller than Simon, but it still feels amazing, especially when he’s the one at the helm.
I fist both of my hands into the bedsheets. “Turn it to the medium pulsating setting. Then use your mouth on my clit.”
“My pleasure.” The smile in his voice is clear as day.
The vibrations start low and steady, the sensation pulsing through me in a deliberate rhythm that has me gasping and pleading immediately.
With my eyes pressed shut, I tell myself to focus on one thing: savoring the heavenly combination of sensations. But when Simon adds his mouth, I fail miserably.
