Page 7 of Coupled (Alphas Forever 3)

“Uh huh,” she murmurs. I notice that her eyes are closed. “It’s really nice.”

“But you could still be more relaxed, right?”

She waits a beat before answering. “What do you mean?”

I slide a hand around to her front and run a finger across her waistband. “Let me reallyrelax you.”

“Um…”

“Samantha,” I murmur into her ear. “You don’t even realize how sexy you are, do you?” I slide a hand over her breast. She draws in a breath and her breast presses against my palm.

“Oh,” she says softly.

“I’m going to make you feel good. Really good.”

She swallows. “Okay.”

“Lean back,” I command her.

She does, letting her body fall gently against mine. I wrap my arms around her.

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” I say. She sighs dreamily and drops her head against my shoulder. I glance across the living room and see our reflection in the pane of the window. We look so perfect like this.

She gasps as my fingers slide down into her panties and into the wetness between her legs. Fuck. She’s already really turned on. She’s warm and wet, her little nub already swollen for me. I’m so turned on for her, too; my hardness throbs in my pants. But it’s not coming out. I’m only focused on her right now. I only care about making her feel good.

I rub a fingertip in circles over her clit. “Tell me how it feels,” I growl.

“G—good,” she says, flustered. She lets out a delicate shiver. I push my hand further down and insert a finger inside of her. She gasps again.

“And this?”

“That’s good, too,” she moans.

I push my finger in further. She presses against me and moans. While I finger her, I slide my other hand into her panties and swirl my finger over her clit. She’s breathing heavily now.

“Oh, God,” she says. “Oh my God. I’m going to—“

“Don’t. Not yet.” I ease up. I want to make this last. She squirms, wanting more.

“Please,” she begs.

“Please what?”

“Make me come, Ethan.”

“I will. Be patient.”

I kiss her ear. I run my tongue over the pretty little curve of it, enclose her earlobe in my mouth, and nibble softly on it. Next, I kiss her neck. Then I kiss her collarbone. She moans and squirms and presses her backside into my lap. I’m rock hard by then and there’s no way she can’t feel it. Instinctively, she grinds against me.

I start up on her clit again. I keep my eyes on the reflection of us in the window as I bring her to climax. She bucks and screams out and her wetness coats my finger. Her body grows intensely tight as she comes. And then, finally, she lets go.

She collapses against me. She starts to regain her breath.

“Good girl,” I say, and I turn her face toward me, and kiss her. She’s so goddamn beautiful.

When we finally break from the kiss, I grin at her and say, “So. Want to try the routine again?”

“Do we have to?” Samantha says, tracing a finger over my chest.

“We have to. Come on. I bet you’ll get it this time.”

And I’m right. She’s not perfect, but this time, she actually gets through it. She’s relaxed now. She’s no longer overthinking it.

She bites her lip and looks at me, proud of herself.

“I can’t believe it,” she says.

“I can,” I say, and I pull her to me, and kiss her, the sweetness of her lips bursting onto mine.

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