“We are not a couple.”
“Fine. But you did something nice you didn’t have to do. Let me do the same.”
“It wasn’t nice,” she protested.
My dick disagreed. It was rock hard right now at the memory. “It was very nice.”
Devi made a disagreeable sound.
I tried another approach. “It doesn’t have to be me. You can pretend it’s someone else if you really want to. Think about whatever you want. It’s just a hand between your legs.” Obviously, I was getting desperate or something because that was a weird suggestion. Wasn’t even sure where it came from.
It had never occurred to me before to want to encourage a woman to think about someone else while I was touching her.
She groaned like this was majorly putting her out and she was doingmea favor. “Fine. Just stop fucking talking.”
“Done.”
I shifted closer to her and she gripped the sheet above her chest. I tore it away and tossed it somewhere down the bed. Her eyes met mine in the near dark as I settled right next to her, propped up on my elbow.
“Are you just gonna stare at me like that?” she whispered, as I gathered her mile-long nightie thing up her leg.
“How much fabric does this thing need?”
She huffed a little and gathered it all up to her waist. I could see her panties, just barely, in the dark. She wiggled them down over her hips and shoved them down her thighs.
I touched her bare hip, and she didn’t swat me away, so I smoothed my hand over her hip and slowly downward… and she squirmed like it tickled or something.
My dick flexed, completely into this.
I drifted my fingertips over the neat little triangle of dark hair above her clit, transfixed. She shivered.
“Your fingers are cold,” she complained.
Maybe because all my blood was in my dick and balls right now.
I didn’t say anything. Just drifted my fingers down over her clit and touched the impossibly soft flesh between her legs. My whole body shuddered with arousal.
There was something majorly fucking arousing about touching this woman, even though she hated me.
Because she hated me?
I didn’t really want to examine that right now. Maybe ever.
I’d never liked the fact that she didn’t like me.
Was I starting to like her because she didn’t like me?
Had Ialwaysliked her because she didn’t like me?
Yes.I knew the answer to that in my gut. It was a visceral response as my fingers slid between her legs, and my dick throbbed with unsated hunger.
She was wet for me.
I fucking loved it.
Did this make me seriously twisted?
An angry hate fuck was one thing. This was… something else. I was touching her, very gently, and I could practically feel her eyes rolling back in her head as she breathed softly in the dark. I had my fingers on Devi’s pussy and my whole body was on fire. Tensed and ready for action it was clearly not gonna get, and I didn’t even care.
