Page 64 of Show Me How
Her body shudders in response. I swirl my thumb and press down harder, feeling the silk grow slicker, coating my skin. Without looking down her body, I’m relying on touch alone, and I think that makes me even fucking harder.
She blinks, keeping her eyes shut for a few moments before I swallow and slow my thumb. The sudden change forces her to look at me again. The heat that greets me this time is more than enough encouragement to continue.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I whisper, releasing her hand and grabbing her other one. “I’m not looking, but I want you to slide a finger inside.”
Her palm is warm when I bring it between her legs and hook her finger beneath the seam of her panties. She doesn’t make a sound as we tug them out of the way just enough to make room for her to follow my instructions.
I release her and shift until I’m hovering over her, making it impossible to see what she’s doing. My senses are more primed than they’ve ever been as I continue my thumb’s slow rolling and wait for her to join me.
“Slide it inside, princess. Feel how drenched you are,” I urge softly.
The rush of pleasure that fills her expression, matched with the brief brush of her wrist against mine, tells me when she’s done it. She releases a tight noise from low in her throat and pulses beneath my thumb.
I start to speed up, increasing pressure. “That’s it. All the way.”
Her reply is broken, garbled as she’s interrupted with a moan. I grind my jaw and curl my fingers into the thin blankets until I’m gripping the mattress itself. My bicep strains, wrist locked as I hold myself above her and watch every twitching muscle on her face.
“Faster, Millie. Go faster and curl your finger every time it’s knuckle-deep. See if you can feel anything that brings you more pleasure. Search for what makes you see stars. Get out of your head and take what you need.”
“Shade—”
I shake my head, lowering it closer to where her lips stay parted and her eyes bulge. “Don’t cut yourself off. Tell me everything you’re thinking.”
Her pink skin deepens in colour as she holds my stare. “I don’t want to jinx it.”
“You’re close?”
“Mmm,” she whimpers.
The fingers she has digging into my chest grow frantic, darting up to where a black hoop hangs from my nipple. Her touch falters slightly, surprise lighting her eyes.
My smirk is instant. “You can tug on it if you want.”
“Oh, my God.”
Eyes flicking to the ceiling once again, she runs the tip of her finger across the metal, tracing the shape of it. I lean onto my hand as my groin tightens, sparks zapping down to where I’ve started leaking in my briefs. She doesn’t notice my reaction, too busy avoiding looking at me to see how much I liked that.
Instead of teasing her, I focus on the wet, warm spot between her legs. A mewl falls into the small space behind us as she reacts to the pressure I’m applying. The second her wrist begins working faster, another noise fills the room.
I zero in on it and groan, unable to keep it in. Her gaze is still on the ceiling, and mine follows as I rub her faster, losing the ability to be slow. The time for that is done, and all I want now is to hear more of the wet gush of her pussy around the finger she’s fucking herself with.
Millie’s throat strains, her inhale getting trapped as she grows tenser. I pinch my brows together in concentration and curl the fingers around my thumb, refusing to let them wander to where she has to be dripping . . .
“Shade!” she cries, our eyes crashing in a collision of desperation and arousal. “Shade—I’m . . . I think?—”
My nostrils flare as I nod. “Good girl, Millie.”
The tight line of her body snaps. One leg kicks out while the other pulls up, her knee pressing against my hip. I hiss through my teeth when it drags across my middle and settles against mycock, pressing hard enough I buck backward to avoid coming in my pants.
“Shit!” Her voice flares out in the room, and then her neck is curving up. “Ohhhh.”
I trap my voice, refusing to let the words I want to say escape. Watching her come is better than anything I could say anyway. If we weren’t friends, and this was something purely sexual . . .
The quivering muscles beneath my thumb start to relax when I ease off her and withdraw my thumb with a final stroke over her pussy. She sucks in a breath and lets it go nice and slow before removing her hand and bringing it to the blanket. The pink hue to her skin appears almost permanent as she drops her leg to the bed and rolls her lips, eyes darting over the room.
“How was that?” I ask, struggling to hide the arousal still sticking to my throat.
She chokes on a laugh, both of her brows lifting. “Is that a serious question?”
