Page 121 of When We Were Us
He watches me as I suck my thumb into my mouth and whisper, “You taste so good, Hank.”
“Fuck,” he grits out. “Get on the bed, baby.” He gives me a gentle push so that the backs of my knees hit the edge of the mattress and I fall back on to it, scrambling up to the pillows. He kneels on the edge of the bed and grabs hold of my shorts, giving them a rough tug, button and zipper be damned. Then, he slides them down my legs until I’m left in nothing but a black thong.
My breath is coming quick and shallow as he stands, and his eyes rake over my body, his chest rising and falling rapidly with barely contained restraint. His jaw pops and I love the flare of arousal in his eyes. His cock juts up toward his abdomen, and his boxers and pants are still hugging his thighs, low on his ass. Knowing I do this to him makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
He leans over me and just when I think he’s going to kiss me, he hooks his thick forearms under my knees and drags me to the end of the mattress. My hair fans out above me and I can feel the scratch of the wool blanket underneath me on the back of my neck.
Hank shoves his boxers and jeans down, kicking them off.
For the first time, I have a completely unobstructed view of his body as he fists his cock and gives it two long, slow pumps. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful or sexier than this man. Long legs, muscular thighs, and thick, veiny cock. The way his biceps flex as he strokes himself. I really could stare at him forever.
He smirks at me and runs a thumb over his head. “You see what you do to me, Wren? How hard you make me?”
I bite my bottom lip and nod because Ican very much see. He’s perfect. “I love watching you,” I manage to say.
“Yeah?” He gives himself a series of three long pulls as he drops his eyes and puts a hand on my thigh. “Spread your legs.”
I drop my knees and let them fall open, acutely aware that I am more turned on than I have ever been. With one hand slowly fisting his cock from where he’s standing, the fingers of his other hand ghost over the damp center of my panties and a whimper escapes my lips. My knees threaten to clamp shut, but I manage to keep still.
“So fucking soaked for me.” He bends and trails his lips along my inner thigh, his hot breath and stubble sending a ripple of pleasure straight to my clit.
Jesus.
My nipples pebble and I pinch both of them between my fingers as I arch off the bed.
He trails his fingers up the outside of my thighs as I lift onto my elbows to watch him, his long slow pulls on his cock, making his chest tighten, his biceps flex. He softly nudges and bumps against the fabric covering my clit with his nose and inhales deeply.
“You smell fucking incredible,”he says against me, and I swear to God my brain short-circuitsas my eyes go wide and I blush.
Then, he takes my hand and shoves it into the front of my panties. “Touch yourself. Let me see you ride your fingers like you’d ride my cock.”
My eyes slip closed as I circle my clit slowly, then dip my fingers lower. I’ve never done this while someone watches, and I can feel my cheeks heat.
“Eyes on me, Wren.”
I let out a little moan when I trail my eyes up and see he's picked up the pace, his hand moving in rhythm with me. I inch two fingers inside. Once, twice.
“You taste as good as I remember?” Reaching out, he leans over me, pulls my hand from my panties, and sucks my fingers into his mouth. My own mouth drops open, and my eyes go wide.
I cover my face with my hand and my laugh comes out all shaky. “God, that mouth.”
He hooks both his thumbs under the sides of my thong and then this cocky, beautiful, filthy-mouthed man flicks his gaze up to mine. “What about it?” His voice is teasing.
“I love it.”
His responding chuckle makes my breath hitch in my throat. I manage a choked, little gasp and a jerk of my head in a nod when he tugs on my panties, silently asking my permission. He’s making sure, one last time.
The corner of his mouth tips up in a sexy half smile. “You want my mouth on you, Wren?”
“God, yes. Do whatever you want. Just don’t stop,” I say, breathlessly, dropping my head back to the bed.
He peels my panties off slowly, deliberately. Once I’m on full display for him, the way his eyes drink me in is like worship.
“Goddamn.” The word comes out like a prayer before he hooks his hands under my thighs andopens me up as far as he can get me.
I drop my legs all the way open and watch him. His gaze locks on mine. “You gonna be good and keep these pretty thighs open for me?” He runs his rough palms up the inside of my calves and across the inside of my knees, pressing me wider still.
I can’t find my voice. I can’t think of anything but the way he’s looking at me and the filthy words he uses.
