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“Yes, Raindrop.”

“I need… I want—” A forceful gasp cut off my pleading as his fingers brushed along my slick slit.

Jameson’s long dark lashes fluttered closed as a guttural groan rattled in his chest. “Fucking hell, Raindrop. You’re already soaking through your shorts.” A shiver raced down my spine as he trailed a single finger up and down my core. “And so smooth. Is that why you needed a shower, to shave this perfect pussy just for me?”

And my legs.

And armpits.

But even my awkward ass knew his question was rhetorical. Plus, I was too lost in his touch to answer.

I jolted when the couch shifted beneath me. Forcing my lids open, I studied Jameson as he moved closer, positioning himself between my spread legs, situating one until it hung off the couch and my toes pressed to the floor.

With zero warning, two fingers slid into my tight center while his thumb flicked my swollen bundle of nerves. I released a tortured cry, my back arching off the couch, his expert touch feeling way better than my hand or my assortment of toys. Up and down my chest heaved, my stiff nipples poking through the tank top’s thin material.

With a smirk, Jameson slid his free hand under my tank, calluses scraping my stomach as it moved higher. I sucked in a self-conscious breath as his palm engulfed one small breast, but it quickly exploded from my lungs when he squeezed, pinching the tip between two fingers at the same time.

“Fucking hell, you’re perfect, Raindrop. Every fucking inch of you.” He smirked, picking up the pace of his fingers. “Inside and out. Though I need a taste to make sure you’re as delicious as I imagined.”

“You’ve thought about me? About this?”

A startled cry ripped from my throat when he jerked his fingers from my core. Before I could complain, demand that he finish what he’d started, the room spun. Strong hands shifted me along the couch, manhandling me with more grace than I would with my long, flailing limbs. Eyes wide, I stared down at Jameson once he had me exactly where he wanted: head resting against the back of the couch, ass on the edge of the cushion with him kneeling between my spread legs, fingers hooked around the elastic band of my sleep shorts.

“Thought about you?” The soft cotton caressed down my legs. Jameson stared transfixed at my weeping core and licked his lips. Honey-brown eyes flicked up, connecting with my hazel ones, and the want and desire swirling there had me shivering in anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, Jameson dipped closer, blowing a soft breath along my sensitive flesh. “I knew it was wrong. You were married to that asshole, but there were so many nights… too many fucking nights lying in bed, fantasizing that it was your hand wrapped tight around my hard cock instead of my own.”

I jolted, lids squeezing shut as he pressed his tongue to my center and licked from entrance to clit, sucking on the sensitive nub in quick bursts. My head lolled side to side along the back of the couch, stars blinking behind my lids. Without thinking, I combed my fingers through the longer section of his thick hair, fisting the ends to hold his face closer, chasing the release I desperately needed.

“Tell me something. How many nights did you dream of me, Raindrop? Of my face between your thighs, eating your delicious cunt like a damn starved man?” He thrust three fingers inside. I moaned and shifted my hips to ease the too-full feeling. “Shh, sweetheart. I want you to ride my fingers, thinking about how my dick will stuff you so full you can’t move.”

With one more flick of his tongue against my clit, the building orgasm ripped through my entire body. A choked scream caught in my throat as I did just as he instructed, picturing him hovering over me, fucking me into oblivion.

All at once, my tensed muscles relaxed, my thighs peeling away from where they were sealed around his head. The hand in his hair loosened, dropping to the couch beside me. Blinking past the dark spots still floating in my vision, I chanced a glance down, finding Jameson licking off my orgasm from the three fingers that were inside me.

“I have to say, Raindrop, you taste utterly divine. And with those sounds you make, plus the way you squeezed the life out of my fingers, the real Rain is a hundred times better than the one in my dirty fantasies.”

Holy fuck.

Now I understood why women gushed about oral sex.

You just needed someone who knew what the fuck they were doing.

17

RAIN

Soft sheets brushed against my calves, tangling between my legs as I twisted, only to freeze when I met resistance, the fabric refusing to move with me. My lids snapped open, the darkness of the room filling my blurred vision, hazy waves distorting the outline of the dresser lining the wall. With a controlled exhale, I turned back the other way, toward the weight holding down my normally unrestricted sheets.

I squeezed both lids shut, opening them wide before repeating the motion to ensure I wasn’t seeing a mirage.

Last night, after I turned into a limp noddle when he sent my mind, body, and soul into a different dimension with his fingers and tongue, he carried me upstairs and helped me into bed. Apparently, I’d passed out cold, because I didn’t realize he’d plopped down next to me. In my bed. And, based on the bare leg kicked out from beneath the sheet, fell asleep naked or mostly naked.

But now that sleep wasn’t coating my brain, fuzzy memories of before I fell asleep started to come into focus. I might remember, unfortunately, holding him hostage with an unrelenting hold on his waist while I begged him to sleep with me. Okay, begged was a strong word. I probably just asked nicely. Several times. That sounded more like normal me.

Fuck, he probably thought I was some… was there such a thing as a lightweight orgasmer? It had to be a thing. Because yeah, one body-shaking orgasm and I was down for the count. Then wanted to snuggle.

Oh fuck me.When we woke up, I needed to tell him I was, in fact, capable of more than one orgasm and not falling comatose. I did it all the time. By myself.

Okay, maybe that was a terrible idea. Being able to bring myself to orgasm several times using toys probably wasn’t an achievement most would be proud of.

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