Page 83 of Touch Me

I reach out, stepping in front of him, but he jumps to the side and dodges my attempt to stop him.“No, don’t touch me.”

“Jace, just wait,” I plead.

“Just, just leave me alone.” He exits the darkroom and slams the door, leaving me panting and guilt ridden.

That was the best orgasm of my life and he goes running for the hills. What if he’s right? What if it never works? But he touched me, my skin. When he was in control it worked. He kissed me, grabbed my wrist, had his hand tangled in my hair.

Damn, that was hot.

He can do it. I know he can. He was just as lost in the moment as I was, and he wasn’t thinking about his negative responses.

Jace was touching me.

Suddenly, I remember a conversation we had weeks ago. I think I know just what he needs to get through this.

TWENTY-ONE

DO IT AGAIN

So here I am again.Holed up in my room, wallowing in shame. I had my hands all over her, and it was working—until it wasn’t. One unplanned touch was all it took for the rosy haze to clear and send me rocketing across the room. I was almost there, feeling sensations I’ve never felt before. She was so perfect. Her noises, her movements, her smell, her soft silky skin, everything was perfect. My body was buzzing, but not with unease, with need.

And kissing her was like an explosion. At first I felt a shock to my lips, but then it was all fireworks and combustion. Her lips and tongue sent waves of heat spiraling out like a rock thrown into a lake. Before I knew it, I had my entire body pressed up against hers, and it was working.

Finally, there was a different heat pumping through my veins, a welcomed heat. The longer we touched, the more excited she got. I can still smell her and feel her hips thrusting into my hand. She’s so fucking sexy, and I can’t do a damn thing about it. My dick is rock hard, and I can’t do a thing about that either.

There’s a soft knock on the door. “Jace?”

“Cassie, please. Just go away.” The last thing I need is to see her disappointed face and spiral deeper into self loathing.

“But I have an idea.”

“Cass. Just leave it.”

“No, listen. Remember when you told me you like to surf because the sensation of the water on your skin allowed you to feel without discomfort?”

I sit up on the bed, intrigued by her train of thought. I stay silent, wondering where this is going.

“Well, what if we used water to distract you? Like in the shower or bathtub or something.”

In two strides I’m at the door and rip it open. Her face is still flushed and her nipples still hard.

“In. The bathroom. Now.”

She smiles and bounces on her toes in place.

“Cassie, now.”

“Right.” She hurries past me. “So I was thinking we could fill up the jacuzzi tub and turn the jets on. The bubbling water might be enough to distract you,” Cassie spews over her shoulder, heading toward the bathroom. She leans over the tub and turns the water on, adjusting the temperature while I stand and watch her. “If we can get the water at the right height, to you know, hit you in the right spot,” she says while motioning to my crotch. “It might be something you can focus on.”

She’s so excited. Does she just want to get off? I’m no expert, but I think she did that upstairs. Does she want another one?

Can she do that?

I don’t even know. It’s not like I googled it or anything. Why would I? I never thought I’d be in a position to need that information. Maybe I should’ve watched more porn. But that’s just torture. I can’t even relieve myself.

“Cassie, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” she says, turning to face me.

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