“Don’t be,” she purred. “I’m not going to let you get away with making me come just once.”
She directed his fingers, pushing them through her slick folds until they slipped inside her. One finger, two, up to the first knuckle and the first delicious stretch of feeling filled. The anticipation of more.
He muttered something that wasn’t English and was definitely profane, staring down at her impaled on his fingers.
“What are you waiting for?” she teased him.
He lifted his head. His eyes were so black, the green was like the sun in an eclipse—strange and otherworldly.
The corner of his mouth curled up.
“You,” he said, and pushed inside her until his palm grazed her clit and stars burst behind her eyes.
She tightened and throbbed around him, crying out with the suddenness. Then he was moving inside her, fingers twisting and—god, he’d put another one in, stretching her as she stifled a sobbing gasp in his shoulder. There was no time to catch her breath from the orgasm that overcome her before he slipped his hand out again.
And back in.
His whole hand, stretching her until she fit everything he was giving her.
She whimpered, and he froze.
“Say something,” he demanded, and she said—something, not words, and he hissed in frustration.
*Talk to me. Do you like this?*
He’d stopped moving. She wanted more of that stretch, wanted to show him how much of him she could take.Wantedto take.
*YES,* she cried out, and he curled his fingers inside her. Her body seized around him, a spike of pleasure that went on and on until she slumped boneless against the side of the pool.
Julian gathered her up, smugness and wonder in equal parts flooding from his mind.
She let her body recover, waiting for her breathing to even out and listening to the fast beat of Julian’s heart as she rested her head against his chest. “That was—” She licked her lips and rallied. “Not what I expected.”
“What did you expect?”
“You to be more reserved.” Not to fuck his hand into her until she saw stars.
He chuckled low in his throat. Fuck. Had he heard that?
“I want to know every part of you,” he said. “I want to know everything I can make your body do.”
A thrill went through her. Yes. He made her body do that.
“Can I touch you now?” she asked.
There was only the slightest hesitation before he said, “Yes.”
“Finally.” She straddled him, pushing him back where they’d been before: her on his lap, him hard up against the side of the pool, his cock jutting huge and hard between them. She wriggled forwards until it pressed against her stomach. “Do you want me to only use my hand?”
Twin eclipses stared back at her. “No,” he whispered.
“Are you sure?” She edged up a little more, then put both hands on his hips to get him where she wanted. She was hot and slick against his cock, and honestly, who was she torturing more here, him or herself?
His breathing sped up again as she reached down and put her hand around him. “I—”
“Touch me,” she ordered him. “Touch me where you want me to touch you. Anywhere except forhere.” She squeezed his cock, and he groaned.
He’d made her come with less effort than it took her to makeherselfcome. Of course she was going to see how far she could take things before she did the same.
