Page 86 of Chalk Outline
I need some stress relief.
Jason is still in the shower, so I slowly drag the zipper down and let my hand ease inside the suit.
I squeeze my taut nipple hard until a soft moan escapes me, and toss my head back.
Yeees.
My clit pulsates as I toy with them more.
There’s something liberating about doing it in the cold and having someone accidentally watch me. The thrill of having an audience excites me more than I expected.
I palm my breast, pretending it’s someone else’s large hand.
I close my eyes and see Reeve pulling my hair and biting the pulse in my neck viciously, attacking the sensitive spot like he always did.
I bury my teeth into my bottom lip.
His long fingers trail along my throat and collarbone, down to the valley of my breasts, where he bends to plant a wet kiss.
My fingers brush my belly.
He doesn’t give in easily, withholding what I desire most.
Our lips collide, tongues dancing with each other. It’s pure ecstasy. He pulls the strings, and my body responds beneath his touch.
I draw circles above my clit.
His hands are like weapons against my skin, grazing, corrupting, and burning into my memory. His touch is rough, yet it feels like a souvenir my body yearns for.
He owns every inch.
“Reeve,” I moan softly.
He teases my heated body, sending goosebumps over my skin as he drags his tongue across my lips and down to my navel in a straight line.
Easing my fingers under the waistband of my underwear, I rub my wet clit, letting the pleasant sensation wash over me.
A grin spreads across my face.
“Keep going.”
I startle. My eyes snap open to see Jason standing over the railings, shirtless and clutching the top rail for dear life.
“Use me, Winona. Use my voice.”
Swallowing my shock, I stare at him, but my fingers rub my clit faster.
I grab the radio from the table. “I only hear my husband when you speak, and that’s who I see right now when I touch myself.”
“Pretend I’m him then.”
“Do you really want me to do that?”
“Yes.”
The certainty resonates in his voice, both challenging and bewitching. I soak it in and say, “Okay.”
“Lie back.”
