Page 91 of An Unholy Affair
He shifted his hips, pressing his hardness into her aching pussy. ‘You don’t think I’m enjoying this?’
Shifting against him, she was suddenly aware of how very wet she was.
He leaned in, nipping her neck. ‘I want to give you more.’
More? She was a breath away from fainting. ‘I don’t think I c-could take it—’ He rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. ‘Aah! I think, I think,’ she stuttered. ‘I’m pretty much maxed out about now.’
‘Hmm?’ He hummed into her neck. ‘Don’t you want to come?’
Her hands fluttered to his waist, trying to anchor herself in a storm of sensation. ‘You don’t need to worry about that. It’s—it’s not going to happen.’
He kissed his way to her ear, nuzzling the lobe. ‘Can you show me how you touch yourself? I’m a fast learner.’
She shook her head. ‘I don’t.’
He raised his head. ‘Never?’
Bringing her hands to his, she pulled them away from her breasts.
He raised another questioning eyebrow.
‘I can’t concentrate when you do that,’ she said, gulping in a breath as if it would centre her. ‘I’ve never touched myself or had an orgasm. It’s completely normal. I can still enjoy sex.’
His lips grazed hers. ‘Can I try?’
‘Try what?’
‘To make you come.’
Her laugh was breathless. ‘I’m sure you’re very competent at your line of work, but I assure you it won’t work.’
His hands were now stroking her skin, passing from her neck down to her waist, but missing her breasts altogether.
‘Have you ever tried?’ he murmured.
She shook her head.
‘Has anyone else?’
She shrugged. ‘A bit?’ She twisted to push her breasts towards his hands, but he continued to avoid them. It was utterly maddening.
‘Will you letmetry?’
A sob of frustration was inside her throat, pushing to come out. She didn’t want him to try. It wouldn’t work, and she’d only disappoint him. Why couldn’t they just have sex and that be enough?
‘Would it help if I told you how much I love touching you?’ he said, his hands finally returning to her breasts, the darts of pleasure making her tremble. ‘How much I love tasting you?’ he whispered, before capturing her lips with his, his tongue sweeping fire into her mouth.
When she was breathless and boneless, he pulled away until his lips were barely touching hers.
‘Please?’ he asked.
‘B-but it won’t work.’
‘It doesn’t have to result in an orgasm,’ he murmured. ‘But I hope you’ll enjoy it.’
He dipped his head to suck on her nipple and her hips jerked of their own accord.
‘Will you stop if I ask?’
