“Maybe I’ll have an appetizer.”
Fuck.
He slides his hands down, deftly unbuttons my jeans, and slips his palm inside until his fingers find my already slick pussy. I twitch as he brushes them there, and he groans in my ear.
“Fucking hell, woman. Have you been like this all day?”
I nod my head against his chest, shifting restlessly in his hold on me, seeking more friction, and his fingers easily glide through my slick core, spreading my arousal over my clit in a way that makes my entire body pulse.
“Tell me what you were thinking about.”
Fuck, is he serious?
I release a little noise that I don’t think I’ve ever heard from myself before as he slides a finger into me.
It’s embarrassing how many times I thought about being with him today. How often my body heated and shuddered remembering his touch and how it felt to have his cock inside me. Like I am right now.
I clench around him, and he groans his approval and kisses his way across my cheek to my lips.
“Tell me, Lucky. What were you thinking about that got you this wet?”
A whimper slips from my lips as I shift again, and he pulls his finger out until just the tip stays inside, then plunges it in again.
“I was thinking about”—I shiver—“last night.”
“Yeah?” His warm breath flutters over my face. “What part?”
“When I was riding you…”
He grins against my lips. “Did you like that?”
I nod, and my body pulses as the memory flares even brighter.
“Want me to let you do it again?”
He slides his thumb up across my clit and rolls it there as he plunges his finger slowly in and out of me. I groan and nod, dropping my face to his chest again.
“What else would you like me to do?”
Fuck.
“You have to tell me, Bluebell, because you know I don’t have any fucking idea what I’m doing.”
I chuckle at that and pull my head back to look up at him. “Oh, yes you do. You did just fine.”
He raises a brow, his hand stilling, much to my dismay. “Fine? That definitely isn’t the word a man wants to hear from a woman describing having sex with him.”
Shit.
I laugh and shake my head. “That isn’t what I meant. I meant…” I push up on my toes so I can kiss him again, and he continues moving his hand between my legs in a way that has heat spreading through the rest of my core and into my limbs, making my knees tremble, barely capable of holding me up. “What I meant was you don’t have anything to worry about. Last night was incredible.”
“Mmm.” He kisses me gently. Nothing more than a tease. “So, tell me what you want me to do to you tonight.”
A thousand carnal possibilities race through my head, making me more frantic. I move against his hand, practically fucking it as he slides another finger into me, stretching me.
I groan. “I want you to finish me off like this.”
He grins. “Already on my to-do list.”
