Page 31 of Gingers Can Do Maths

“Han?”

“I’m here,” I repeat, leaning over to kiss her eyelids. “Look at me.”

With a pinch of her clit, she follows instructions this time, jumping and flipping onto her back to gawk up at me.

First, there’s horror, then relief, then confusion and finally sheer embarrassment as she spots my fingers still working between her thighs.

“You.”

“Me.”

Her fingers curl around my wrist but she doesn’t push me away and I take the chance to sink my fingers deep into her heat as her knees spring apart and she welcomes me in before trapping me again.

“Open your legs,” I coax her, kissing the bridge of her nose and then her soft parted lips that let out a moan.

She follows my instructions, though her back arches and her legs tremble.

“You’re here,” she whimpers, licking her lips after each little kiss I give her. “In my dorm. In my bed.”

“I am.”

“This...this isn’t your first time here.”

“No.” It isn’t a question but I still answer it, curling my fingers up to that sweet spot that makes her wetter the more I stroke it. The more pressure I apply to it.

“Those dreams...all those dreams... they weren’t dreams? Hallucinations?”

I can’t tell if she’s horrified or just trying to hold back an orgasm as her mouth falls open and her eyebrows knit.

“They were and they weren’t.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Do you want me to lie?”

“No.” Her eyes roll to the ceiling before focusing on me again.

“I motivated you, whispered in your ear and put sweet thoughts into your pretty little head.”

She grips my wrist tighter but again, she doesn’t shove me away. “So it wasn’t just in my head. I wasn’t going crazy. Youwerestalking me.”

“I was. I am.”

“I dreamt about you almost every night. In my dreams, you would hold me if I begged you hard enough. But you wouldn’t touch me the way I wanted you to. No matter how much I begged. You’d make me do it myself.”

“Because if I touched you, I needed you to know that it was me. The real me.”

My thumb flicks her swollen nub harder, my fingertips pressing into her G spot with so much pressure, that I’m practically lifting her hips off the bed.

“Han!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shakes her head no frantically and a second later I feel her slick release before I can swallow another pretty moan. It’s louder, more intense than any others. So much so her stomach contracts and she sits up, only to crumble against me.

Now she’s fighting to get my fingers off her sensitive flesh but I don’t let up, forcing one of her knees to stay open with my own leg. I continue stroking until her eyes roll into the back of her head and she’s damn near unresponsive aside from the uncontrollable squeezes of her pussy as it continues to milk my fingers with aftershocks.

At the last one, I finally withdraw my fingers and immediately bring them to her lips where she lets them in without protest, sucking them nearly dry until I pull back so I can have a taste too.

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