Looking up at me under her mascara-laced lashes, she runs her fingers over my erection. The pads of her fingers are so delicate, yet I’ve heard she can throw a softball sixty miles an hour.
She’s quiet for a beat, her fingers exploring my velvety head and the shaft, and places an open-lipped kiss on the tip. My cock jerks, and she lets out a little chuckle. “Did you make it do that?”
“No. I can, but no, it was a reflex. It just wants to be in your mouth. But that’s not what I want right now. I want to feel how wet you are and have you come on my fingers.”
I do want her lips wrapped around my shaft, but I want to see her come more.
“You’re so direct.”
“You wanted me to talk, and I’m just being honest.” I slide down the headboard and roll her onto her back. My finger roams her legs while I suck her nipples into my mouth, and that’s when she places her hand on top of mine and guides it between her thighs. She’s dripping wet, and damn, Iwant to taste her, but this needs to come first. Noelle wants to know what her body responds to, and so far, she has responded to every sensation, no matter how big or small. She loves to be kissed everywhere, and I plan on showing her how I’m going to make love to her pussy with my mouth, but not yet.
I sink one finger inside her, and she grips my wrist. “Oh, yes.”
Pumping and tickling her inner walls, she moves my wrist fast. Hard. I can’t help but smile because if this fake dating lasts much longer and we get more opportunities, it will not be slow. I think my butterfly will spread her wings and try all kinds of things she has no idea exist.
Baby steps.
A few minutes later, I have two fingers inside her and my control is wearing so thin I may come without any aid from her. She’s arching. Squirming. Moaning. It’s turning me into a volcano ready to explode. She holds my wrist in place. Two fingers inside her and my thumb pressing against her clit. Her muscles start to contract, and damn, she’s strong. Her pussy has me locked in place. Her juices cover my fingers and drip down her thighs as she pants, “Oh, oh, oh, I’m…”
“I know, Butterfly.” I pull my hand out and wipe her arousal over her lips, then kiss her, tasting her sweetness as she floats in pure happiness. But I can’t take it anymore. I wrap my fingers around my shaft, giving it a few pumps as the sensation starts at my toes and travels like a freight train.
When she comes back to reality, she sees how hard I’m dragging my hand and the strain on my face as I try to control myself. She says, “You’re supposed to be teaching me.”
“Spread your arousal on your hand and grip me hard.Slide up and down, touching the rim and going slightly above and back down to the balls.” I sense her hesitancy, but I know all it will take is one touch from her. “It’s how I like it.”
She slides that perfect palm up and down. Her delicate fingers caress my heavy, velvet head, and a growl rages from my throat, shooting cum in all directions. I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. Hell, I knew I could have come without much assistance because she’s the most beautiful, interesting woman I’ve ever known.
I let out a deep, intense growl, and when my body relaxes, I fall onto my back. My skin sticks to sheets covered in cum.
A slow smile curves her lips. “Note to self—do not provoke you. That growl was something else.”
I throw one hand behind my head and tuck her into my side. I feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be, but outside influences keep the doubt well within reach. Maybe doubt isn’t the correct word; it’s about betraying my best friend and their whole family.
Noelle’s nails travel over my tattoos, and I know the next question will be,Do these have a meaning?Instead, she moves down and circles my glucose monitor. Seconds tick by before she asks, “So can you tell me your secrets now?”
Surprised, I frown. “I don’t have secrets. What you see is what you get.”
“When I asked what that was,” she says, tapping the skin next to the monitor, “you said we weren’t dating for real, so I don’t know your secrets. But now... I...”
Her words stall. Mine don’t. “Just like you do with your family, be open, honest, and say what’s on your mind.”
She swallows. “After touching each other, does thatmean we are still faking it, or are we something more? If we are, I want to know all about this device.”
“Noelle,” I say, skimming her arm with my fingertips. “You’re an incredible woman.”
“I hear abutcoming.”
I close my eyes, expelling a heavy breath. “But... this is complicated in so many ways. Let’s just take it one day at a time. As far as everyone is concerned, we’re faking it. But obviously, I’m not faking my attraction to you. There’s a boatload of cum all over the bed to prove it.”
She tips her head, staring up at me with a bashful smile. I tuck my knuckle under her chin, placing a slow, close-lipped kiss on her mouth. When we break, I turn on my side so we’re facing each other. “I have diabetes, and this is my trusted companion, the glucose monitor.” I let out a half-laugh.
“I thought so, but I’ve had friends with diabetes who just take a pill. But you... jab yourself.”
“Yeah, mine’s worse than that. It tells me when my sugar is too high or too low. So, when you’re making fun of me for drinking protein shakes and not eating cupcakes and cookies, this is why.”
“No sweets. That must be awful.”
“Not anymore.” I slide down her body until I can throw one leg over my shoulder, place succulent kisses on her inner thighs, and move to her center, licking. On instinct, her knees snap to my ears.
