Putting my focus on her body, I catch the way her chest heaves with each breath. Barely hiding her arousal, her shirt clings to every curve. Coming over here without putting on a bra should be a crime. It’s a miracle I’ve been able to keep my eyes from lowering all this time. Now that I’m staring, I don’t know if I ever want to look away.
This woman is going to be the death of me. Can’t even be polite. Not now.
Dragging my hand from her hip toward her thigh, she watches in a daze as my fingers wrap around her leg. One squeeze later, she’s biting her lip to hide a small smile as she drinks in the appearance of my hand. As hard of a concept as it is to believe, I don’t think there’s even a hair on my body she dislikes.
I’ve never felt this wanted by someone before. It’s dangerously addictive.
Parting my thighs further apart to spread her open, I narrow my gaze to where her thighs meet and swallow thickly. Something so out of reach is right here, ready for me to explore. In her flushed state, there’s no question of whether she’d let me touch her or not. It’s only a matter of when.
Dragging my fingers along her inner thigh, I feel every twitch and jerk of her muscle as I get closer and closer.
“Have you ever had a man touch you here?” I stroke the seam of her pants, and I can already feel the dampness teasing me through the thin material. The pad of my thumb presses further against her clothed slit, making her jerk against my thighs.
I already know the answer. Nova has to be a virgin. If she ever let a man near her, they’d be smart to tie her down with a ring on her finger. Hell, touching her like this, I’m already wondering what it would be like. What if I gave her my last name, gave her my cabin, and this chair she seems so fascinated with? Would she want me back as badly?
As crazy thoughts continue flooding my mind, silence comes flooding in when she shakes her head, answering my question.
I thought so. Now, the only thing we can do is change that.
Continuing to rub her through her pajamas, I soak in the way she pants against my throat. “You want me to touch you directly, Nova?”
When I feel her nod, that’s all the confirmation I need. I don’t let any doubts slip in and stop me while we’re running so hot.
Pulling away long enough to make her whimper, my knuckles catch on the band of her pajamas and underwear before I experience what true wetness is.
When I slide my fingers beneath the fabric and finally, finally touch skin, my breath catches. She’s not just wet; she’s slick, drenched for me. My fingers glide through her folds without a single hint of resistance, and the sheer, silken heat of her is almost enough to make me come undone right there.
I find the heart of her, that perfect, swollen little bud, and my thumb brushes over it. Her next inhale is sharp, her eyes opening wide with surprise. I circle it once, gently, and her hips buck off my lap.
“Mason,” she gasps, and it’s a plea. Fuck, she’s at least touched herself before, right? This has to be more intense than what she’s used to.
I slide a single finger down, through all that liquid heat, to her entrance. I press, just the tip, and her body opens for me. It’s a tight, consuming warmth, a silken clutch that pulls my finger inside in one slow, wet swallow. She is molten, and she’s drawing me deeper into her fire.
She pulls back then, her eyes glazed over, her skin covered in a beautiful, fevered flush. “I always wondered,” she breathes, the words shaky, “what it would be like… for you to touch me like this.”
The confession wrecks me. Her hips rock, a slow, experimental roll that makes my buried finger slide deeper, and the sound she makes is pure, unadulterated pleasure. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need to feel her stretch for me, need to feel the tight, fluttering grip of her around more than just one finger.
I press a second finger against her entrance, and she stills, her eyes widening for a second before they flutter closed. “Easy,”I murmur, my voice rough. “Just breathe for me, Nova. Take me.”
I push my way in slowly, and then her body yields, swallowing both my fingers in that same breathtaking, hot, wet grip. A broken sob escapes her, and I start to move, a slow curl and thrust that has her clutching at my shoulders.
My eyes are locked on her face, on the parted lips and the furrowed brow, on the absolute bliss that transforms her. I watch her fall apart as I thrust my fingers, setting a rhythm that’s as old as time. And then, I bring my thumb back to that swollen, needy clit, rubbing small, firm circles against it.
Her back arches as she stills, enjoying my touch. As her brows pinch together and her lips part, I listen for every shaky breath, for every telltale sign that Nova’s about to reach her limit. The way she’s squeezing around me, there’s no way in hell I’ll ever be able to dream about my cock fitting. Not without hurting her.
“Mason…” Moaning my name so sweetly, her tone is going to haunt me through the rest of my years. Grabbing my free hand, she bites her lip and brings my palm to rest against one of her breasts. Through her shirt, I can feel just how supple she is. “Touch me more, please.”
Fuck me, is this really happening? The longer this plays out, the more it feels like one of my secret fantasies. Except, I’m not waking up all alone in my bed. The weight of her little rocking motions feels all too real.
Squeezing her chest, she arches into me, urging me to give her hardening nipple some attention, too. She’s a needy little thing, her body demanding my touch now. I’m happy to oblige. As she craves even more, she gives me one hell of a view by abandoning me to squeeze her other breast.
Nova’s a wet dream in physical form, isn’t she?
As my desire to continue this war with wanting pleasure to flood her senses, I pump my fingers faster, groaning in the back of my throat as her juices soak my palm, I thrust my fingers faster. Hearing the hitch in her moans when I find her special spot, I hook her just right before she’s crying out.
Feeling her clamp down around my fingers, her walls fluttering madly around my slowing thrusts, her cry fills the room so beautifully. Seeing Nova come undone is a reward and a punishment all wrapped up in one package.
I don’t stop, don’t pull away, letting her ride out every last shuddering wave until her cries soften into whimpers and her body goes pliant and heavy against my chest.
