Page 31 of Impeccable
“Will you show me sometime?”
“If you’d like.” An image of him using one of them on her, of him bringing her to orgasm brought a fresh flood of desire. “Rub your fingers against me there.” She showed him how.
The heel of his hand brushed against her pelvis as he worked his fingers on her. “What about me putting my mouth on you? I understand that is pleasurable?”
“Usually.” If the gentleman knew what he was doing.
“You can show me how another time. The more I touch you, the more I think about tasting you.” His finger slid lower. “You’re wet.”
She couldn’t help smirking. “Quite. That comes with arousal and will make our coupling that much more enjoyable.” She’d learned over the years to use things to help with lubrication when necessary, which in her line of work had been not infrequent.
He moved even lower on her sex, his finger sliding slightly into her sex. Her muscles clenched, and she nearly pressed down to take him inside her. She also moaned softly.
“You like that?”
“Yes. I’d like more. Put your finger inside me.” She looked into his eyes, and their gazes held as he did what she said.
He stroked into her, slowly, and her eyes narrowed with an equal slowness as her hips rocked forward. He did it again, moving a bit faster.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Somehow, he knew to rub his thumb against her clitoris as he thrust again. Evie cried out, bracing one hand on his chest.
“Faster?” he asked.
“And harder. Two fingers, please.”
He complied, pushing two fingers deep into her sex as he continued to work her clitoris. Her orgasm was so close. She pulled his hand away. “It’s time,” she rasped.
Scooting up over his thighs, she clasped his cock and positioned herself over him. She carefully took him into her sheath, lowering her hips until her thighs met his hips.
When he was fully seated inside her, she paused, her body accommodating to him. “How does that feel?” she asked, that power she’d felt earlier surging through her once more.
His eyes were closed, the muscles of his neck and jaw strained. “I don’t know that I can describe it. You feel so good around me. I think I could die now and have no regrets.”
Evie laughed. “I can only imagine how you’ll feel when you come.” She began to move, slowly rocking her hips against him.
He moaned low and deep, his eyes opening the slightest bit. “Evie,” he breathed, whispering her name over and over as he clasped her hips.
“I’m going slowly at first,” she said. “But I’ll go faster. And faster.” She picked up her pace, grinding down hard to feel the friction of him against her clitoris. Sensation streaked outward from that very point, and she was suddenly moving at a greater speed, her body desperate for release.
She’d wanted to control this, to bring him to a magnificent orgasm. But she found herself unable to keep herself in check. Her body was suddenly frenzied to reach that pinnacle that so often eluded her, especially at this moment of connection.
“Gregory, I can’t—” She whimpered as she bent over him and surrendered to her desire.
Again, he somehow knew precisely what to do. He moved one hand to grasp her breast and the next thing she felt was his mouth on her nipple, his teeth and tongue pulling on her flesh.
She couldn’t hold on any longer. Her entire reality splintered as lights danced behind her eyes and her body quivered with release. He kept moving, his hips thrust up as his cock continued to spear into her, drawing out her orgasm and making her cry out in frantic desperation.
“Evie? Is this the moment?”
She felt his thighs clench and found the ability to move again, riding him fast until she felt him stiffen. “Yes, Gregory. Come now. Give me all of you.”
Falling forward, she kissed him, cupping the side of his head as she stroked her tongue into his mouth. He clutched her backside as his movements began to slow. She tore her mouth from his, allowing him to cry out over and over.
Evie smiled against his cheek, the pleasure of seeing and feeling his joy as satisfying as her own release. Which she’d enjoyed while he was inside her. That almost never happened.
She pulled her hips up until he slid from her body, then moved to his side. Her heart was still trying to find its regular rhythm. He turned toward her and kissed her forehead, her cheek. “Thank you. That was an extraordinary gift.”
