“You’re so beautiful.” He kisses the path he just made, stopping at my navel and moving across my stomach. “Every part of you.”
He kisses where I know I have stretch marks from Nolan, and any insecurity I had floats away.
He lifts my shirt until it’s all the way off, then says, “Flip over.”
I do as I was told and curl my arms up underneath me while anticipation builds within my core.
Straddling my body, he runs his strong hands around my shoulders, down my spine, and around either side of my waist. I inhale, loving the way just having his palms on me fills me with this comfort of security I haven’t felt in years.
When he kisses everywhere he just touched, chills cover me, and my chest tightens.
“I dream about being next to you every night,” he says, pressing his lips into my neck. “I’d never hated being in a hotel room as much as I did these past three nights.”
All I can do is hum my response due to the trance he has over my entire body.
“Did you think of me too?”
I nod.
He slides around, cupping the underside of my breasts and rubbing them softly. “What did you do when you thought of me?”
A wave of embarrassment washes over me, and when I don’t answer, he continues, “Did you touch yourself?”
I feel myself flush, but I still don’t respond.
He leans down to whisper in my ear, “You can tell me if you did. I want to hear it.”
I inhale, feeling a little less insecure when I nod.
He lifts up and makes his way down my body, taking my pajama pants and panties with him before tossing them to the ground. After removing his shirt, he lies on top of me, pressing his chest into my back.
He reaches to where I have my hands curled up against my chest and holds my hand with one while his other one runs down the length of my body until he finds his way to my core. My breath hitches when I feel his fingers run through my folds.
“When you think of me, do you like to use your fingers or a toy?” he asks, moving his fingers to my entrance, grabbing the moisture I’m sure is spilling out by now and bringing it to my clit in a slow, methodical movement.
My eyes roll back in my head from the way he’s holding me with half of his body and awakening me so easily.
He doesn’t stop what he’s doing while he leans in to whisper again, “What do you like?”
“I used my fingers,” I finally say, feeling my face get so hot.
I want to shy away, but he stops me.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I want to hear what you do when you think of me.”
He kisses my lips, and I lift my head to get more of him.
“Were your fingers enough?” He kisses my shoulder.
“No. I needed more. I needed you,” I finally admit.
He slides one finger inside me, and I gasp at how amazing just this small amount can feel when I’m this turned on.
“Do you not have a toy?”
I close my eyes and shake my head.
“We’ll have to get you one for when I’m gone.”
