Page 91 of Wrecked
Need to kiss him and feel his fingers everywhere.
Need to find out how he’d feel with her hands on him.
Her breathing picked up. She couldn’t take this anymore. “Stop,” she pleaded.
His touch vanished and she considered crying.
“What’d I do wrong?” He sounded hurt.
She pushed up on her elbows, ready to throw in the towel he was wearing. “You’re spending too much time on my back.”
Silence.
She owed him full disclosure. “I don’t think I’m going to feel better until you ... touch me everywhere.”
He didn’t move.
This wasn’t going to happen, and she’d made a fool of herself. “I’m ...”
His weight shifted forward, and his hands slid beneath her to cup her breasts. She gasped at the sensation shooting through her. His fingers began moving again, but with a new intention.
She gripped the sheets.
“Is that better?” he asked in a deep voice close to her ear.
“Uhm, huh. Like it.”
He nosed her hair aside and kissed her neck. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched, but it wasn’t enough. “More,” she breathed out.
One hand abandoned a breast and moved lightly over her thigh. She shivered at the erotic feel. Her back arched up at the tension coiling inside her.
His knees moved inside her legs, easing them open for him to kneel there. Warm fingers brushed her folds.
Her arms shook from holding on to a jagged edge, fighting to stay there until she had to let go and fall. He held her between this second and the next, kept her safe, and drove her body closer to its limit.
“You’re so responsive,” he said in a rough voice. “I love the way you react to every touch.” His whispers flowed around her, sometimes nothing more than a soothing sound. Kissing along her back, he played with both nipples that tightened hard.
His fingers brushed between her legs again and she squeezed out the words, “Stay there.”
No. He stroked the inside her legs instead then moved at a snail’s pace back to the spot that controlled her universe. The only place she cared about. She was breathing fast, waiting, waiting, waiting until ...
He barely touched her again with a finger then pressed inside her.
She made a crazy noise. “Please.”
That must have been the magic word.
His deep voice pushed her. “Let go. I won’t let you fall.” He pulled the wet finger out and stroked her sensitive bud as if he owned the code to her body, driving her off the edge. She soared and fell into oblivion.
He would not let up until he’d wrung her dry and she slumped forward over his arm.
When she did, he pulled her back until she sat on his lap.
Where a major hard-on pressed the towel against her bottom.
He kissed her neck then her cheek, turning her to claim her mouth. She leaned around to give him all the access he wanted. Her boneless body was done. Finished.
She hadn’t missed anything by not dating in the past two years because she hadn’t known he existed. That this moment existed.
