This cloth carried a heavy weight on its flimsy shoulders as, in truth, it was all that kept the moment from tipping over into a complete abandonment of reason.
The sigh issuing from her parted lips wasn’t helping matters.
Somehow, he moved lower, to her stomach, paying a moment’s attention to her navel and producing a breathy, feminine giggle that nearly undid him.
Nothing new in that.
Everything in relation to this woman seemed to undo him.
As the cloth reached the juncture of her thighs—her sex—she bit her bottom lip and squeezed her knees together and exhaled a soft sigh.
She had the heavy-lidded look of a woman aching with arousal.
Aching with arousal…
How he related to the feeling.
He brushed the washcloth along the curls of her cunny and applied light pressure in the name of cleaning her, but he knew what he was doing. Within those curls lay a firm, little nub that existed solely for her pleasure.
Gently, he pushed her thigh. Her knees parted slightly. She was granting him access—and permission.
He tossed the washcloth aside, nothing between him and her as his forefinger slipped into those curls. Not every woman could achieve release from a man’s cock.
Perhaps this was the way for her.
Hot…swollen with desire… Her sex was ready for him.
But not yet.
First, she would have her pleasure.
Her slickness invited him to apply a bit more pressure as he grazed the nub with intention. It was as if an electric current suddenly seized her body. One arm flung itself over her head and clenched the pillow above, and the other grabbed the bedsheet, as her back arched on a long moan.
Her nub slick and wet, he continued grazing his finger across it. Climax wouldn’t take long. She was absolutely primed for release.
Her nipples, so taut and pretty, begged for his attention, and he could no longer resist their call as he dipped his head and took one into his mouth and sucked. A cry scraped across her throat—one of pleasure and need and frustration and utter want.
He stroked her firmer…faster… Though she didn’t know it, climax was nearing.
Then her breath caught in her throat, and her body held in exquisite stasis, deliciously open with need. All that mattered in the world to her in this moment was what came next…
A duo of breathless seconds followed before she broke beneath a deeper thrust of his fingers, crying out, as her sex pulsed its release against him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she tipped into utter abandonment of the self.
Though his cock demanded he take her now, he remained exactly as he was, his fingers feathering lightly across porcelain skin misted with perspiration and let gratification replace the frustration that had been gnawing at him. Her eyes slitted open. “That was…”
“Wondrous?”
He was ready to hear it now, if she were so inclined.
A smile fluttered about her mouth. “I think the feeling would just about fit inside that word.”
A smile tipped about his mouth as he pushed to a seat and settled back against the headboard. He could almost ignore the raging cockstand that hadn’t abated one bit.
She flipped onto her stomach and gazed up at him, her cheeks flushed and eyes yet bright from climax. The view of her pert bottom down the length of her back wasn’t helping his unresolved cockstand situation.
Her gaze slid down him and widened ever so slightly.
She’d taken notice.
