That was a plausible enough reason, but she didn’t go searching for that alone time? Wasn’t curious? I didn’t buy it. It was more likely that the few times she might have tried, it had done nothing for her. Too little experience and not enough incentive to keep going. It was hard to imagine a grown woman not knowing her own body. Time to fix that.
“Do you know how?” I pressed, and her eyes narrowed.
“I’m not stupid,” she snapped. “I feel around with my fingers.”
I held back a groan at the image she painted and forced myself to stay in the chair. My dick throbbed already. He was definitely paying attention.
“That’s right,” I nodded. “Light pressure, hard, whatever you like. In circles, rubbing, even a light pinch will work.” Her breath caught as I described all the ways my own fingers were familiar with her. I could practically feel her drenching my hand. “I wonder how many of your fingers it would take. If you curl them back, there’s a spot I know from experience you find particularly sensitive.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her breathing increased. She stared at me, shocked at my words, but not enough to take them and give it a try.
She shyly glanced down, the bed sheets twisting in her little fists. “Never mind.”
That wouldn’t do. My girl was missing out on the joys of her own body, and I couldn’t stand it.
“No, no, princess. We’re going to solve this problem right here, right now.”
Her head snapped up as I stood and walked over to the end of the bed.
“We?” She swallowed. Her legs lightly trembled at the idea, and I smiled. Perfect.
“I’m going to teach you,” I swore, and took a little edge off by feeling on her soft thighs as I pulled at her denim shorts.
The way we were both wound up, this wouldn’t take long, but I had to stay in control enough to do as I promised. She didn’t resist me as I pushed her back and took her panties off too, flinging them somewhere off to the side. Looking at her spread before me like a buffet begging to be devoured, I put a mental chokehold on my dick and told it to behave. It pushed against my jeans in retaliation.
Fuck, that was uncomfortable.
“Slide your hand down your stomach,” I directed her. After a moment’s hesitation, she did as I asked. “Slower. Feel how soft you are.”
Below her belly button she slowed, her fingers gently reaching. They knew where to go, she only had to trust them. The pad of her middle finger danced lower but faltered just above her pussy. It was pink and swollen, already dripping and ready for us.
That claiming voice in my head demanded I brush her hand aside and show her how it was done, but I silenced it.
“How do you like it?”
She frowned. “I don’t know.”
I smirked. “When I touch you, how do you like it? Hard presses? Soft brushes? Tell me.”
A soft moan escaped, and her hips jerked. “All of it,” she panted. “I love everything you do to me.”
Fuck! My head dropped, and I clenched my jaw to keep from exploding at her innocent words. She was perfect. Once I scraped control back, I met her half-lidded stare with one of my own.
“Soft then,” I whispered. “Start soft.”
That middle finger was on the move again, more confident this time. It slipped through her slick lips with no resistance, and her mouth parted on a moan.
“Gentle,” I coached. “Rub the tip of your finger down one side of your clit, then back up the other.” She did, and her thigh tightened under my palm. I squeezed it in response. “Again.” When she couldn't stop her hips from twitching with each downward stroke, I allowed her to progress. “Circles now.” Her hand got to work. “Harder. I want to hear how wet you are.”
We both lost our breath with her next motions.
“Kaiden,” she moaned. “It’s not enough.”
My dark chuckle made her frown, but she didn’t stop. I knew it wasn’t enough, but she needed to build the tension before she could shatter it.
“Then slip that finger inside,” I dared her. “Feel how tight you are, and follow the pleasure to whatever feels good.”
I studied her face, not trusting myself enough to watch what she flaunted right within my reach. Iheardher add one finger and then another. Her eyes closed under creased brows, and she bit her lip hard enough I thought it would bleed.
