“Spread your legs,” he rasped. “Let me see you. See how wet you are for me.”
With my feet perched on the chair, I slid my hands over my breasts then down my stomach and thighs until I reached my knees. I pressed my palms to the skin there, gently pushing them apart like he’d asked. I could feel how soaked my thong was, and I could only imagine what I looked like to him. Needy. Desperate. Wanton.
It’s how I felt.
IneededFrasier. I was desperate for this man. I didn’t want to restrain myself anymore, especially not with him.
He sank to his knees, watching me as I dragged my fingers back up my stomach and over my breasts, my throat and lips, until I linked my hands above my head. I was silently telling—no, begging—him to do whatever he wanted to me.
His eyes were hooded when they met mine, seeking my permission. He double tapped my thigh with his fingers, as if asking whether to proceed.
“Yes,” I sighed, loving that he’d checked in. “Frasier,please.”
“I could never refuse you anything, angel. Especially not when you ask so prettily.”
I smiled, squirming with anticipation. It felt as if everything had led up to this moment. And I needed his hands—his mouth—on me.
His eyes remained on mine as he leaned in, kissing my ankle then the inside of my knee. He massaged my calf as he worked his way up my thigh, kissing the skin at the juncture of my hip. He leaned in, nuzzling me through my underwear before groaning deep and loud.
Oh god.
When he dragged his tongue up my slit, underwear still between us, my hips bucked. He groaned, using his arm to pin me, placing his palms on my thighs to spread me wider. I felt so…exposed. Bared to him in every way possible.
He took his time exploring me, reaching up to brush my nipple before tweaking it until I was writhing and begging for more. Everything feltsogood. I just needed… “More,” I said on a breathy sigh.
Finally,finally, he tugged my underwear to the side, and my entire body released a shiver of intense pleasure. I was already so close to the edge. It had been so long since I’d been touched, and I was aching for him.
I’d meant what I’d said the other day about self-care—my efforts had been hit or miss. And this was so much better than any toy in my arsenal. If his mouth and hands alone were this good, I could only imagine how incredible the sex would be. But I didn’t want to just imagine…
“More,” I pleaded, reaching up to cup my breasts. I pinched my nipples, and his eyes darkened even further.
“That’s it,” he said, inserting a finger, pumping in and out of me. “Look at that pretty pink pussy, glistening for me.”
“Yes.” Oh god, yes. The dirty talk. My toys certainly couldn’t do that either.
“Show me what makes you feel good,” he said, lips near my ear, trailing down my neck. “Show me what you need to get off.”
“You,” I croaked out. “I need.You.” The word came out breathy and desperate. I almost didn’t recognize my own voice.
He softened, slanting his mouth over mine. I could taste myself on his lips. I could taste him.Us.
Slowly, he kissed his way back down my body, goose bumps rising in the wake of his ministrations. Then his mouth was back on my clit, licking and sucking and teasing. He was like a man possessed. And I wanted to be owned by him so completely that I could think of—and feel—nothing else.
When he inserted a second finger, my hips bucked. “So…close.”
My body was rigid with anticipation, pulsing around him as he continued to worship me with his lips and his words. He was so tender and possessive, and every nerve ending was attuned to him.
When I started shaking, I knew I was on the verge of coming apart. I gasped and spluttered, instinct taking over. I’d almost forgotten what this was like—to give myself over to someone. To trust them with my body, my pleasure.
“That’s it, angel.” He used his free hand to link our fingers, his eyes locked on mine as he urged me to continue climbing, to reach that apex and then go over the edge.
I closed my eyes, crying out to the stars as I reached that point of no return. But Frasier didn’t stop there. No, he kept going and going, pushing me for more, with his mouth, his hands, and his words, until I cried out again. Until I was breathless, my body limp and sated. I wasn’t in control of anything, and it was glorious.
Slowly, I came back down to earth, floating softly like a feather. It was such a powerful release—physically and emotionally. And I couldn’t help the tear that streaked down my cheek. Frasier hovered over me, kissing it away with such tenderness it made me ache.
“That…” He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. “…was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
My cheeks heated at the realization that he’d been studying me, watching me. I threaded my fingers through the hair at his nape, needing to ground myself. We’d just crossed a huge line. Part of me wondered if I should be apprehensive or filled with regret. Another part of me wondered why this didn’t feel more awkward. Because it wasn’t. If anything, this felt like a natural extension of our friendship.
