Page 70 of The Lost and the Found
He moved his hands down to the waistband of my jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling the zipper down. My sex clenched from the sound, and I let him move his hand inside, until he was cupping me with his bare hands.
“God, I knew you’d be wet. So wet, baby. Look how easy it is for me to finger you,” he said, and he did just that.
“Yes, I’m wet. Just for you,” I said with a hiss, and my sex clenched around him.
“This will be fast, and you’re going to come all over my finger,” he commanded, and I could only nod.
He moved then, and he didn’t stop. He kept a rough pace that had me nearly jumping out of his lap. It was too much, yet not enough.
I didn’t know how much more I could take, and just when it felt like I couldn’t anymore, I was thrown over the edge. With a scream, I came over his fingers.
He slowed his pace, but kept moving, trying to prolong my orgasm as long as possible, until I no longer had the energy to hold myself up. He pulled out of me, and I collapsed on his chest, my breathing erratic as my chest pushed against his.
“Better?” he asked.
I pulled back a little and took him in. I knew if I could see better, I would see more brown than green in his hazel eyes.
“Yeah.” I looked down shyly at his neck, watching as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down on a hard swallow.
“Good.”
And he didn’t say any more. After wiping his hand off on a tissue he had in the cup dispenser, he let me rest my head against his chest, playing with my hair, luring me into a blissful state of contentment.
I could stay like this forever.
