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But his startled blink was adorable as his head inched back. “Really?”
“It’s been four years since I’ve… since we broke up…” I said, cringing deep into the marrow of my bones.
“Four?” he asked, voice higher in shock.
“Yeah and I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I admitted, the drinks downstairs the only reason I could speak the truth.
“You don’t have to do anything. You don’t need to explain yourself,” he said, sitting up and leaning back against the headboard, dragging me up with him. “If you don’t want anything tonight, we won’t.”
“I… I just…”
His light touch danced high up on my thigh. “It’s okay. Whatever you’re happy with.”
“But… I…” I couldn’t speak, apparently. “I want more.”
He studied me, eyes narrowed. “For four years, you’ve only used your hand to come?”
I rolled my eyes, shuffling closer to his chest and running my finger down his collar bone through his top. “Not just my hand. They make these things now called sex toys. They even vibrate. Better than any dick.”
He cocked a brow. “I could prove that theory wrong.”
Of course, he thought he could. I wanted him to.
“Use your hand, Everly,” he said and took it from his neck to where he’d played with my leg.
“What?”
“Use your hand,” he repeated and kissed down my neck, casting a shiver down my spine to where he wanted my hands to work. “I won’t touch you. You don’t have to touch me. But I bet you’re bored of using those pretty little fingers and only thinking of a dwindling four-year-old memory.”
My teeth tugged my bottom lip into my mouth. I had been getting into a habit of rubbing one out in a minute or two and it had become somewhat… normal. Boring. Completely and utterly mild.
“You said you hadn’t hadfunin a long time,” he said with a wicked grin. “Maybe it’s because things have become a little dull for you. I’m not dull.”
That was true.
The man didn’t know how to be anything but enthralling.
“And you’ll do what? Describe what I’m doing? And get off on it too?”
He nodded deeply. “Exactly.”
It would be different. It would undoubtedly make me come, the thought of him watching and touching himself.
And… it would mean we hadn’t had sex.
Sexsex anyway.
“You think a lot of your mouth,” I sighed.
“My mouth is very talented.”
I tried not to laugh, my lips pursed as the blush burned my cheeks, but a little giggle escaped me, reminding me of just how much we’d had to drink downstairs.
I was already so wet for him. He must have felt it through my panties.
“Show me.” I gestured to him. “Tell me what to do.”
He stood and went to the chair by the desk, spinning it round to face me directly. “The middle of the bed.”
