Page 88 of The Rivals' Touch

“I’m so fucking wet!” she says, grabbing my wrist and shoving my hand inside her panties. “Touch me!”

I smile against her lips. “So eager!”

“You have no idea.” She smiles seductively, resting her forehead on mine as I slide my fingers through her slick heat.

“You’re so soft,” I whisper, circling her clit. “Everything about you is soft and warm.”

“Remi,” she moans, fisting my hair in her hands as I sink a finger inside her.

“And so tight!” I work a second finger inside her wetness, watching her lips part with pleasure. She rolls her hips, and the sight is so fucking sexy; I want to memorize it for late nights alone in bed.

“Does it feel good?” I whisper, pumping my fingers leisurely as her pussy walls grip me.

“God, Remi!”

I latch onto her arched neck, sucking and nibbling while she rides my fingers with abandon. I love that she takes what she needs without holding back.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” she chokes out, grinding her pussy against my hand.

“Never!” I guide her down on the bed and crawl on top of her back. “What did I say I wanted to do?”

I smile against her shoulder and yank her jeans shorts down.

“You wanted to smack my ass.”

I slide my hand between her ass cheeks until I’m met with her wet sex. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

The throw pillows muffle her moans as I plunge my fingers inside her again. She’s so fucking tight that I feel her pussy pulsate around me.

She clutches the cream-and-pink, floral bedsheet and begs, “Please!”

I pull out and smack her ass with my wet hand. The satisfying thwack is such a rush that I do it again before sinking my fingers back inside her soft, tight heat.

“Remi!” she moans, biting the bedspread as I bury my nose in her neck. She smells so fucking good, like flowers and sex.

“Do you moan like this for Zayd?”

She shakes her head.

“Liar!” I laugh, sliding my fingers out and rubbing her swollen clit. “I’ve heard you!”

She mewls, rocking her body on the bed. Her hair is tangled, her red lipstick is smeared, and her cami is bunched around her waist, exposing her creamy back and the small butterfly tattoo on her shoulder. I love seeing her like this, moaning and desperate for my touch with her ass arched high in the air. “Fuck, I’m going to come!”

I rub her faster, intent on pushing her over the edge, and whisper, “You feel so good!”

Her lashes brush her cheeks, and her mouth falls open on a soundless cry as she comes. She twists the sheet in her hands as the climax holds her in its grip.

“Legacy,” I whisper, teasing her soaking entrance with my finger, and she rolls over on her back, smiling brighter than the sun. “God, that was…”

I scan my eyes over her brown hair, fanned out around her on the pillow like a halo, and her heaving tits. “You’re like a dream.”

She laughs, trailing her fingers down my temple and cheek. “Are you hungry?”

When I flick my eyes down to her bare pussy, she laughs and shakes her head.

“Food, silly!”

I lie down next to her and trace her nipple with my finger. “Not yet.”

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