“Of course he does. But if he didn’t, he clearly did something else, because you were a boneless bag of Aimee last night, and you had the look on your face.”
What Lukas did last night replayed in my head and I squeezed my legs together at the first fluttering throb between my legs.
“Oh, did he eat you out? I love it when they do that.”
My brain showed me images of Lukas’s head between my legs, and I clamped a hand over my mouth. I could almost feel the stubble on the inside of my thighs.
“It started off as a foot rub, and then he did the muscle above my knee.”
“Skiing bothered it, didn’t it?”
“A bit,” I admitted.
“Okay, and then? He’s got magic fingers, doesn’t he?”
I flushed hot, and Eloise giggled with glee. And I told her everything, recounted every moment and every touch and told her that her spicy romances were safe from a pyre for now.
“Who would have thought that Aimee Bryant would be an exhibitionist?”
I gasped. “Eloise!”
“What? You have always performed for crowds.”
I shoved her, and she started laughing.
“You’re terrible.”
“And you want him to actually bend you over that couch and fuck you senseless. I know the books you read on my digital reader, Aimes. You like some depraved shit.”
I pulled the blanket over my head.
“I’m going to give Lukas all the titles, and he can look them up. That man definitely likes to play in bed, I can tell. So, set those rules and boundaries. Then, let him do whatever depraved stuff he wants, while he worships you.”
I peek out of the blankets.
“You think he is?”
“That man definitely has kinks. And I want you to fill me in on all of them.”
I blushed, hard. Eloise wasn’t wrong. Some of the stuff I’d read in the books she’d recommended to me over the years had piqued my interest.
“The other day he threw me over his shoulder and when I complained, he smacked my ass.”
Eloise laughed loudly. “And I’m just now hearing about this?”
My face felt like it was on fire. I hadn’t hated the feeling of it—the sharp sting, the heat and I definitely hadn’t hated how his palm had smoothed over it, easing the pain. It had sent tingles through my body, and a pulsing need had started between my thighs.
Eloise had spent another hour trying to get me to replay last night over and over again. The visuals weren’t the problem, but continuing to try and form the words. I don’t know if Eloise understood that she was causing me a great amount of physical discomfort, or if she was just missing Cami and wanted to live vicariously. She got up and got ready before me, telling me to hurry my ass up in the shower if I wanted breakfast.
Hot water beatdown on already tender skin. Every prick of water ratcheted up my sensitivity until I was panting. I glanced at the shower head and wished it detached from the wall. My fingers would have to do as I slid them down my body and pressed between my tights. My whole body jerked at the first touch, and I bit my lip. I slid my fingers through and moved them back until they found my clit and the first circle nearly had my knees buckling.
I couldn’t remember the last time I was this turned on…well, that’s a lie.
It was last night, but I’d never gotten myself this worked up before.
Recounting last night and the skiing date…I felt hot. My whole body trembled as my fingers moved. Light circles turned into harder ones. My other hand left the wall, and I leaned my back against it instead—the wet tile cool on my back. My eyes were sealed shut and my lips parted, breaths gasping and uneven. I used one hand to hold myself open and the other to explore and rub and circle and carry me ever higher.
And higher.
