Page 39 of Expose Me

The goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch, like every fiber of my being, down to my skin, was beckoned by his silent call.

Using just his middle finger, he drew a featherlight path down the outside of my foot, all the way to my pinkie toenail. Then he retraced his path.

His gaze and his touch followed all the way back up my leg to the spot where I’d been injured. But he didn’t stop where he started. He kept going, caressing my skin higher and higher. He followed the curve of my hip and dipped his fingers under the band of my underwear like he needed to make sure no inch of skin was left untouched as he passed.

As his exploration reached the curve of my waist, I jerked involuntarily. He’d accidentally found my ticklish spot. Hand hovering over my sensitive skin, he whipped his head up to look at me.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his eyes boring into me, as invasive as his words in my mind.

I shook my head and held his gaze. I’d have to explain tickling to him later.

Slowly, he returned his hand to my waist, watching me intently. I couldn’t make myself look away, and he didn’t seem to want me to.

My T-shirt had ridden up, and when he reached the fabric gathered at my ribs, he paused. It felt like sparks of soft electricity were flowing over my skin in waves, not letting the goosebumps settle down. My nipples were so hard, I felt like they might cut through the fabric of my T-shirt.

He stared at me—a question in his eyes even though he could’ve asked it mentally. It felt like we were on the precipice of something dangerous. But I wasn’t thinking about consequences at that point. I just wanted him to keep touching me, keep making mefeel.

I answered his wordless question by covering his hand with mine and guiding it up my ribs and under the shirt. His fingers caressed the curve of my breast, and my lips parted on a shaky exhale.

Lust was clear in his eyes, but the curiosity was strongly present too as he continued his exploration of my body. His fingers rubbed my taut nipple. He went back and forth, feeling the firm bud on his fingers, his palm, relentlessly teasing me with the gentle pressure without even meaning to.

Impatient, I arched my back, pushing my chest into his hand. Zey was nothing if not a fast learner, regardless of his intuitive learning mojo. He covered my breast with his big hand and kneaded, his thumb rubbing my nipple firmly.

Before he moved to my other breast, he shoved my T-shirt up so he could watch what he was doing. Then he repeated the slow tease on the other side, massaging gently before grabbing it.

I writhed under his touch. I’d never been this turned on from someone touching my tits before. We hadn’t even kissed for fuck’s sake! But then, no one had paid them such thorough attention before either.

Zey scooted down a bit and moved closer. His hard arousal pressed against my thigh, and my lust kicked up a notch at the proof of his body responding. He bent his head and licked the underside of one breast, then the other. My breathing was getting shallower with every moment.

While his curious hand kneaded one mound, his tongue explored the other on a sure path to my aching nipple. He wrapped his mouth around it and swirled his tongue around the tip.

A breathy moan escaped my lips as pleasure shot through my body and landed square between my thighs.

He lifted his head, a bit of saliva stretching between his full bottom lip and my nipple for half a second.

“You must be silent, Sky,”he admonished as he pinned me with his stare. I bit my lip to keep from making more wanton sounds and from telling him to go fuck himself ... or me. I bit so hard, I made it bleed.

With a frown, he reached up and gently tugged on my lower lip with his thumb until my teeth released it.

“Why are you hurting yourself?” He glared at my mouth.

Why are you asking questions when you know I can’t answer them?I thought, darting forward to nip his thumb. My teeth quickly gave way to my tongue, and I wrapped my lips around it as I sucked gently.

Zey’s eyes hooded, and he shivered lightly. I released his thumb and grinned. Let’s see how well he could stay silent when being tortured.

I rose up slowly and guided him onto his back. Straddling his hips, I removed my T-shirt.

I let my weight settle onto him fully. He was rock hard and the urge to roll my hips, get that friction where I needed it, was almost impossible to resist.

Zey’s hands went to my hips, gripping firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. His lips parted. He looked like he wasn’t sure if he should hold me there or maneuver me so I’d start rocking.

His gaze locked with mine, and I leaned over him. My tits brushed his bare chest as I moved closer and closer to his face. Slowly, deliberately, I brushed the very tip of my tongue over his bottom lip.

A sharp knock on the door made us both freeze.

I held my breath, my full focus on the outside of the little room. It was quiet. There was no music, no raucous laughter.

“Sky?” Mitch called through the door. “Party’s over. You can come out now.”

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