“Yes,” Felicity whispered. The idea of touching herself was frustrating, but the thought of him touching her—that made her warm and tingly between her thighs. Imagining him had not been enough. Not when the real him was so vibrant and magnetic.
He ran his hand up her thigh, sliding casually inward until his fingertips touched her sex. Felicity bit her lip, still nervous, but her excitement growing as his stare held hers and he brushed his fingers along her wetness.
“You feel like velvet, Flick,” he said, his tone dark and sultry. “I want to taste you.”
Felicity closed her eyes, his voice sinking into her bones and weighing her body down.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Yes?” he teased.
He again brushed that sensitive nook, and she bucked against his hand, searching for more friction.
“That’s my girl. Let your body feel what it wants. Don’t hold back.I’ll go slow and you can tell me to stop at any moment.”
Felicity nodded and licked her lips. His fingers danced around the entrance to her body, one tip pressing further. Her thighs tightened, her nervousness returning. But nothing hurt.
He repeated the move, sliding the finger further.
“Relax, Flick. I’m going to make you see stars.”
Felicity smiled at his arrogance. “Is that so?”
“Absolutely. One of my many talents.”
He slid the finger deeper, this time coordinated with the swipe of his thumb, and she moved with him. His finger went deeper and the sensation of him inside her sent her mind reeling.
“Oh,Tristan.”
“When you come all over my hand. I’m going to lick my fingers clean and know how delicious you taste.”
“Tristan! That’s wicked!”
He chuckled unremorsefully. “It’s pleasure, Flick. Yours and mine. There is nothing wicked or sinful about it. It’s how we were designed to be.”
A second finger joined the first and Felicity arched as this new sensation warred with her building desire and anxious thoughts. It didn’t hurt, but it was strange. Then he swirled his thumb around the top of her sex and ecstasy shot through her body like shooting stars.
“Oh,” she gasped.
He slid his fingers in and out while his thumb worked its magic, and soon Felicity didn’t know what she was doing, or what sounds she made, but she was lost to it, her body moving with the rhythmic thrusts of his fingers. She was swimming in a sea of bliss, a current drawing on her body, pulling her closer and closer to the coming wave that crashed over the rapture rushing though her body.
Felicity cried out and his mouth covered hers to blanket the sound.
Stars. So many stars. He kept kissing her as her body trembled and luxuriated in the swiftly following release of all her tension. His handslowed and he slipped his fingers out of her body.
“There now, how did that feel?”
Felicity opened her eyes, his face bleary until she blinked it clear.
“That was incredible. That is what everyone feels?”
“That is how everyoneshouldfeel.” He brought his fingers to his mouth, glistening with her arousal and sucked his fingers.
Felicity’s mouth popped open. This should disgust her, but instead she felt beautiful, worshiped, that he desired every part of her.
“Mm,” he murmured. “What would it take for you to let me kiss you here?” he asked as he moved his wet fingers down toward her core again and stroked her.
“Again? Is that possible?”
