Page 89 of Charmed, I'm Sure
“I am touching you, sunshine. Be more specific.”
When my brain still refused to cooperate, he pulled back just enough to look at me, one brow quirking in challenge.
“Don’t tell me the firecracker who could set me ablaze with a glare is shy in the bedroom.”
I scoffed. “No!” Though it didn’t even sound convincing to me.
“I’ll tell you what,” he began, the glint in his eye making my heart stutter. “If I’m doing something you don’t like, tell me to stop. Otherwise, I’ll do what I think you need. Deal?”
I swallowed hard, nodding. “I can do that.”
His smile turned wicked, sending a thrill straight through me. “Good girl.”
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That… what… no.
Magnolia
AnyresponseIhaddied on a gasp as Taylor dropped his head, his mouth capturing my nipple through the thin lace of my bra. His fingers slipped beneath the cotton of my panties, finding my soaked center. A shiver raced down my spine as he circled my clit and then dipped lower. The tip of his finger teased inside, and my breath caught, my heart pounding like a drum in my ears. Stars danced behind my closed eyelids, each sensation more electrifying than the last.
“So fucking wet for me already.” His husky whisper was velvet and whiskey, steeped in desire that sent a flush racing across my skin. “Eyes on me, baby. I want to see you when you come on my hand.”
“That—that’s not going to happen,” I panted, reluctantly forcing my eyes open.
“Our track record would beg to differ.”
“Beginner’s luck,” I said through a gasp as he slid a finger inside.
Taylor raised a brow, his fingers slowing. “Is that a challenge, cher?”
“N-no. Just a f-fact.” Though even I knew that fact was crumbling under his touch.
“It won’t be for long.”
“Wha—” My words choked off as two fingers slid inside me, curling to press against a spot that made my back arch.
Heat licked up my spine as his thumb resumed its delicious circles on my clit. My gasp turned into a moan when he tugged my bra cup down and drew my nipple into his mouth. The mounting ecstasy built with each stroke of his fingers, but when his thumb pressed a fraction too hard, I flinched, retreating from the edge of release.
“What is it?” Taylor’s voice was gentle, his brow furrowing.
“I—uh…”
“Words, cher. You promised me your words.”
Blowing out a nervous raspberry, I muttered, “It’s not a button, cowboy.” His eyes widened in surprise, and I bit back a laugh. “I just mean, you don’t have to press so hard. Firm, but gentle.”
He nodded, his expression thoughtful. Slowly, he adjusted his movements, the new rhythm nearly perfect. The shift must have shown on my face, because he narrowed his eyes at me.
“Words,” I reminded myself, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. “A little harder.”
He obeyed without hesitation, his touch becoming exactly what I needed. I sank into the sensations, more confident now in voicing my desires. Taylor followed every whispered direction with precision, his focus unwavering as he laved my breasts and adjusted his rhythm to match my needs.
My breath turned ragged, tension coiling in my core as his fingers worked magic inside me. My limbs grew heavy, tingling warmth spreading from my toes to my fingertips.
“Taylor, I… I’m—”
“I know, cher. Tell me what you need.”
