Her fingers grasped my hair, tugging lightly on the strands.
One of my hands cupped her breast, while the other traveled down her torso to the waistband of her leggings. My fingers slipped under the fabric, playing over the soft skin below her abdomen.
Her gaze bounced up to my eyes.
“Is this okay?”
She nodded, and hooking my fingers into the fabric, I pulled down her leggings, tossing them to the side.
“What do you like?” I asked, my ears heating a bit because I was unsure of what to do—how to make her feel good.
“Maybe just”—she took my hand in hers, placing it on top of the already damp fabric covering her center and rubbing circles with my index and middle fingers—“like this.”
I mimicked what she’d just done, and Sierra closed her eyes, a deep breath falling from her lips. “Good?”
“Mm-hmm.”
My fingers dipped below the top of her underwear, finding the most sensitive part of her. Sliding a finger along her center, I glanced at her to see if she was okay with what I was doing. Sierra nodded, encouraging me to continue, and I slid a finger inside, moving it in a slow, steady rhythm. Her walls were tight around me, wetnesscoating my skin. With my thumb, I rubbed circles on her clit, how she showed me.
She grew wetter with every thrust, her center stretching around my fingers and her moans filling the low lit bedroom.
“Keep going, just like that,” she sighed.
My dick twitched in my pants at the sounds she made, her pleasure urging me on, challenging me to make her come. If making Sierra feel good was an art, then I wanted to study it every chance I got, become a master at it.
Her head fell back, and her body arched off the bed. “I-I think I’m going to come.”
Moments later, she unraveled around my fingers, gripping them like a vise.
“Holy shit,” she panted, catching her breath.
“Yeah?” I let out an awkward chuckle, trying to keep my composure becausethatjust happened.
She blew a raspberry. “Yeah.” Sitting back up, she kissed me, running her hands down my chest toward my groin. “I want to”—kiss—“do something for you.”
A soft whimper escaped my lips as Sierra pressed her hand over my hard length, squeezing gently before her eyes flicked to mine.
“Can I?”
I nodded, adjusting my position so I was on my back next to her. Straddling my thighs, Sierra took off my pants and boxers, slowly rolling them down my thighs to expose my length, hard and heavy against my stomach.
Her eyes widened as she stared at my naked body.
I hooked my fingers under her chin then lifted so she was looking back at me. “All good?”
“Um, you’re just…” She pulled her lip between her bottom teeth. “Are you sure it’ll fit?”
I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from my throat, and I slapped a hand over my mouth. But Sierra started giggling, too.
“I’m sorry. That was so embarrassing.” She covered her mouth with a hand. “But you’re going to have to help. How do I?”
“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m not laughing at you,” I whispered, taking her hand and wrapping it around me. “Like this.” With my hand placed over hers, I moved them up and down my length, showing her how it felt good.
My brows furrowed, pleasure wracking through my body, and Sierra stopped.
“Did I hurt?—”
I shook my head before she could finish her sentence. “No. God, no. It feels good. You’re so good.”
