She’s wet.
She’s wet forme.
Wet, and wrenching out of the kiss with a moan. “More,” she pleads.
“How much more?”
“All the more.”
Chuckling is painful, butGod, she’s funny and sexy and strong and smart, and I want this to last forever, but I also want to get her off before she decides she has to go. I stroke her center again. “All the more? I’m a math teacher, not an English teacher, but I don’t think that’s right.”
“Flint—”
She cuts herself off with a curse as I tease the edge of her panties. Her hips buck, and she twists like she’s trying to help me find her clit.
“Yes, Maisey? Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Stroke—under—panties—touch—me—bare.”
“Like this, baby?” I push the edge of her panties aside and stroke in her curls, knowing I’m not where she wants me to be.
I want to get her off.
I want to get her off with my fingers. With my mouth. With my cock. With toys. I don’t care how—I want to get her off.
And I want to make this last as long as possible.
“More—middle,” she gasps.
“Here?” I stroke her hot, wet labia, and she moans, her eyes crossing just before her lids shut.
“Oh God,yes,” she moans.
She bucks her hips into my hand, still pinned to the doorframe, her head back, her lips parted, while she pants and writhes in my touch.
If you’d told me this summer Maisey Spencer would be the easiest woman in the world to please, I would’ve laughed in your face.
But here we are with her riding my hand, gripping my shoulders so tightly I’ll probably have fingerprint bruises tomorrow, while she moans and rocks against me.
I circle her clit with my thumb while I enter her with one finger. Her hips jerk, and her moan goes high pitched. “More,” she chants. “More. More fingers. Touch me—oh God, keep playing—oh yes—my clit, and—ooooh God.”
“Like this?” I thrust two more fingers inside her while I press my thumb to her clit, and it’s like I’ve hit her on button.
“Yes.Yes.Oh God,yes yes yes, I’m coming, I’m—ahhhhhh.” Her inner walls clench hard around my fingers. Her hips jerk erratically. She shifts to grip me by the hair again, andfuck meagain.
The color high in her cheeks. Her unfocused eyes. The sound of her voice as she chants incoherently. Her plump lips. Her pussy in my hand.
This.
This is what I’ve wanted for weeks in a way I’ve never wanted any woman before.
I’ve neverwaitedthis long for a woman before.
I hold her, still teasing her clit and thrusting my fingers into her as she rides the waves of her orgasm until she sags against the doorframe.
I catch her before she slides all the way down it.
“Oh God,” she whispers again between pants while I angle her more against the wall than the doorframe and hold her up. “What time is it? Can you do that again? Take your clothes off. I want to lick your tattoos. Will you really come fast if I ride you right now? I have seven minutes before Junie will notice I’m running late.”
