“Easy,” he whispered, kneading her ass, then tracing the invisible line where her bottom ended and her leg began. He followed that curve right between her legs and pressed right into her wetness. He gathered that proof of just how much she liked this and stroked further, finding her clit.
She jumped again, like a nervous filly, desperately in need of breaking.
His other hand settled in the small of her back, but even that wasn’t enough. She arched against his touch, restless and feverish for more.
“Patience…” But no, she had none. Asking for him to take charge had been a mistake. “I know you need it, beautiful. Shhh. Hold still for me and I’ll give it you.”
Closing her eyes, she willed herself to stillness. As soon as she stopped moving, he filled her roughly with two fingers that easily slid through her folds and into her depths because she was slick and hungry for him. The pads of his fingers pressed into that fleshy spot inside that would normally make her scream, but tonight she swallowed that reaction and channeled it back into the loop.
He murmured praise as he stroked her again, and again, she trembled and breathed through the heightening sensations.
His hand twisted, suddenly touching her more places all at once. Deep inside her, a reel started spooling. Loose at first, wobbly. Then something caught and the tightening began. This would normally be when she’d start working against the feeling, digging deep to get herself off with Hunter.
This time, she just kept breathing. Not fighting for it. Not fighting against it. And the spooling continued. Tighter. Tight, tight, tight…past the point she’d think possible, to a new, aching high that he held her at, stroking her right on the cusp, until he leaned over her and bit her shoulder gently.
With a shudder and a gasp, she went flying, nerves whipping around inside her like fishing line on speed. Sharp, glorious sparks lit up her extremities and down her back, through her belly and deep into her core. Against her back, his solid strength anchored her as she dragged shallow breaths into her lungs and squeezed her hands against the blanket to keep upright.
“Good girl. Jesus, you’re pretty when you come.” He gave her a satisfied look as he shoved her gently onto her back, letting her collapse. “Stay here.”
Like she could go anywhere after that orgasm.
He jogged into her bathroom, then returned with a washcloth rolled up inside another washcloth. He set them aside, then lowered his head to kiss her still quivering belly. “Fucking pretty, Serena. Andsucha good girl when you’re quiet like that. You get a reward.”
She’d bet a shiny nickel it was pink glass and about to be covered in lube.
He laughed and nipped at the soft skin below her navel. “I can hear you thinking.”
She made a noncommittal sound in the back of her throat.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He ripped open the lube packet at the same time as he kissed his way over her mound, finding her still sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue before slowly licking his way lower. Then back up again. Leisurely. Teasingly.
And then his finger wasthere, where they hadn’t gone before, and it felt—oh—it felt good. He was just touching her, not even pressing, but the cool gel promised that soon he would.
She knew how to do this. It had been a long time, and the situation was completely different, because she loved Hunter and trusted him and knew he’d make this good for her.
That would be a first.
But the mechanics of it, she had those down pat. Tentatively, she pushed those muscles out a bit, flaring around the tip of his finger.
His responding groan was almost enough to make her come right on the spot.
More mind-reading was at work, clearly. “I don’t want you to come this time.”
“That’s a big ask,” she said with a weak laugh.
“I bet you can hold off until I’m inside you, right?”
That made her flutter from the inside out. “Yes.”
“Good. I’m starting to get the appeal of being bossy,” he said as he deftly slid his finger right inside her. She gasped. Distraction technique for the win.
He held his hand there, waiting for her to relax around him, then he stroked that single finger slowly, in and out, in and out. He added a second, stretching her gently with each pass, but as soon as she started rocking against him, he pressed his other hand to her belly and gently withdrew.
“That’s enough,” he rumbled.
