Page 19 of Touch Me

He lowers his hand and runs a finger up my center, tracing the same circles over my clit and a rush of heat floods my body.

“You’re so soft and wet, Cass.”

I can’t speak. I just writhe and whimper under his masterful touch. The touch I’ve craved for years, and if the darkness of night is the only time I can have it, I hope the sun never peeks its light above the horizon for as long as I live.

“You smell delicious,” he whispers as he runs his nose up and down my neck. “I bet you taste just as good.”

“Jace,” I manage to breathe out.

“I told you I came here for dessert.” He makes his way under the covers, slipping my panties down. Leaving them to dangle off one foot, he settles above me, taking one long lick up my center. “Fuck, I knew you would be delicious. So, so sweet.”

Using his thumbs to spread me open, he goes to work, licking and sucking as I move under him. Adding a finger, he finds that perfect spot and my back bows off the bed. My body is buzzing with sensation, and I reach down to run my fingers through his hair. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I tighten my grip.

“Fuck, Jace.”

My eyes don’t leave him as I watch him devour me. His face is buried, his eyes falling closed like he is savoring his favorite meal. His hips grind into the mattress, and I can’t hold back the moan falling off my lips. It’s fucking hot that he’s so turned on. Opening his eyes, he runs his teeth over my clit, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

My hold on his hair tightens, and I fuck his face through my climax, my legs clamping to his head. When I come back to myself, Jace is crawling up my body like a wicked whisper in the night, nudging at my entrance.

“You’re so fucking hot when you come, Cass.I want to see it up close with my cock buried in your pussy.”

Suddenly, there is a strange buzzing noise,and I turn my head to the night stand….

I wake with a start and grab my phone to silence the buzzing. My shirt is pasted to my skin from perspiration and I cringe at the icky feeling of it.

What the actual fuck was that?

No, no, no!

It’s only been one day. I won’t survive months here if I’m all hot and bothered from sex dreams of Jace every night.

I glance at my phone and see a text from Ally. Without reading it, I set the phone down and throw my arms over my face. My skin is cooling from the perspiration and I shiver from the sudden change in temperature. My body is still tingling and aching from the dream.

Great, just fucking great.

I do have a small collection of toys because, well, boys are stupid and a girl’s got needs. Can I really do that with him right down the hall? It's either that or walk around all day wet, with my nipples on high alert.

Not really an option.

I’ll just grab my trusty Shaky—yes, that's its name–out of the nightstand drawer and take care of myself in the shower. I gather some clean clothes and dart across the hall on a mission.

This shower is incredible. Might as well enjoy it while I'm here. Lord knows I’ll never be able to afford anything like this on a journalist’s salary. I turn the shower on and wait for it to heat up while I undress and take stock in the mirror.

Everyone does that, right?

Not wholly unpleased with what I see, but I’ve definitely gone a little soft in the middle. I was always very slim, but I used to have some definition. Now I feel a little pudgy. We’ve all heard of the “freshman fifteen.” Well, I gained about twenty pounds right off the bat, what with actually being able to buy food and all.

I let myself splurge for a couple months before I started to feel fatigued and crappy from all the garbage I was eating. I decided I’d had enough trash and started cooking and eating healthier. I lost most of the weight, but never got back the defined muscle tone. Now that I live somewhere with a home gym that would make any pro athlete cry, I have no excuses.

With the steam now pouring out of the shower, I grab Shaky and ease myself under the water. Oh, this isheaven. I might even be satisfied after just a shower with no orgasm.

Eh, better not take any chances.

I turn on my trusty little buddy and put it right where I need it. Tipping my head back, I lean on the shower wall, raising one leg onto the bench and spread myself wide. With the press of a button, I increase the pulse speed and outwardly sigh. My hand glides over my wet, heated skin, and my breath quickens, stirring the steam in front of me. I knead my breast and pinch my nipple, trying to hold back a moan.

I could go for someone’s hot mouth between my legs, and not just in a dream.

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