Page 122 of Home Field Advantage
I cup her other breasts with my hand, tweaking the nipple between my fingers. Her legs press together where she stands, squirming, telling me she’s feeling it exactly where I want her to. I repeat the same thing on her other breast before I flick my tongue once over the peak. My hands move to her sides, my thumbs still grazing her nipples as I move. With every brush over them, her body jerks a little more.
“So responsive.”
I trail my fingers down her exposed stomach before I tuck my index finger into the waistband of her shorts. She looks down at where I’m touching, and back up to me, her breathing picking up with every second that passes. She gives me a silent nod of approval as I slide her shorts and panties down her legs, letting my knuckles graze every inch of skin on the way down. As Istand up, slowly trailing my fingers back up her inner thigh, she sucks in a sharp breath, and I realize I love the way she reacts to my touch.
“How about here?” My index finger grazes just outside of her pussy, barely pressing in, but I already feel how wet she is. “Do you want me to touch you here?”
“Please,” she pants.
“I love it when you say please.”
Sliding one finger in, I rub small, light circles over her clit. Her body jerks with the sensation. My lips move to her neck, and she tilts her head to the side, giving me more access as I trail kisses down her pulse until I reach her collarbone.
“Oh my god,” she whispers. “This feels so good.”
I press one finger inside her pussy, and she moans, gripping my shoulders for support. I press in, her arousal coating my finger and knuckles, and I pump in and out of her slowly, letting everything build inside of her. When her lips part and her hips start to buck against me, I press my thumb to her clit.
“You’re dripping for me. Your tight pussy is begging for a release, isn’t it?”
“Dallas,” she moans.
“Did you touch yourself after you sucked my cock the other night?”
She shakes her head, and I narrow my eyebrows. “I’ve never done that before. Never touched myself.”
I pull my fingers out of her, and her eyes widen in shock. I know where her brain is at. It’s thinking the worst, and I won’t allow it. Gripping her waist with both hands, I guide her to the edge of her bed, where she sits.
“Legs open.”
She slowly spreads them, exposing the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen. My tongue darts across my lips as I think about all the ways I can devour her. I take my hand, wrapping it gently around her wrist, eager to teach her how to do it—how to touch herself.
“What are you?—”
“I’m going to show you how to pleasure yourself, Poppy. I’m going to show you how you can make yourself come.”
With one hand over hers, I guide her middle finger right to her clit. Her back arches and her hips jerk forward. I crouch down, letting my thumb guide her finger in circles. Her head rolls back, and her body moves in time with her hand. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“You’re doing so fucking good, honey.”
She lifts her head, looking at me in a daze. I can tell by the way her lips are parted, the tiny moans she’s trying to hold back, and the heat of her skin that she’s going to get herself off. And I’m going to watch as she does.
“Is this right?” she moans.
“Yes.”
“It feels different—good, but different.”
“How so?”
“It’s not you. I want your hands. I want you to touch me.”
I apply more pressure to the back of her finger so that she can do the same on her clit. Letting our fingers move together, faster. I lean down, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, and I hear her whisper, “Yes,” under her breath.
“Do you want my tongue on this sweet pussy?”
“I—Yes.”
“Then beg,” I growl. “Tell me how much you want it.”
