I catch his mouth, cutting off whatever compliment he was about to add to the list. My body sings.Sings. I have never felt this way before. Like every nerve ending is electrified and somehow needs more. So much more. Every bit of him.
His hand falls to my knee, the fingers flexing, inching their way up. He grips my thigh and stays there. I feel the indents in my flesh. I know I’m gripping his back just as hard to satisfy this need starving the both of us. He frees my mouth and trails kisses along my jawline, making me gasp as his stubble scrapes along my skin. I tip my head back and find myself falling onto the couch under us, supported by his hand between my shoulders, then his weight above me.
For a brief moment, he pauses, eyes dark with want. I run my tongue over my swollen bottom lip and part my legs for him. He settles between, but still stares, as if committing this moment of me beneath him to memory. I find his hand, still on my thigh, and guide it upward, under my skirt. He swallows hard as his fingers brush my wet panties. It’s all the invitation he needs. He brings his mouth back to mine and moves the fabric of my underwear aside. A high pitched hum escapes me when he finds my clit, circling at a steady pace. A wave of pleasure rolls through my body as he works my most sensitive parts. I raise my hips to him as he slips a finger inside me.
“Oh, fuck.”
Zander’s hand pauses and his head snaps back. A muscle ticks in his jaw. “Adelaide Ramsay, did you just say fuck?”
“I might have,” I say on a pant. My hips buck as he adds another finger and a sharp gasp leaves my lips. “Zander,” I breathe out. “Zander, you should know that I’ve never been able to come with someone else.”
He pauses again and his eyebrows draw together. “What about yourself? Please tell me you haven’t gone twenty-nine years without an orgasm. Not when you’re this wet. You deserve better than that.”
I flush. “I…have. I’ve had an orgasm before.”
“Good. Show me.”
“Wait, what?”
“Show me what you like so I can fuck you right.”
My pussy clenches at his words, and I know he feels it. He removes himself as my hand moves down my body. I find the waistband of my underwear and slide them off, throw them away. I bunch up my skirt, run my fingertips over the trail of red hair, and immediately find my clit. My eyes stay glued to Zander’s as I begin making acome hithermotion with my middle finger. He groans, low and primal, a noise that makes me ache. It rips a moan from me.
“Take off your pants and join me.” My breath comes out shuddery. “I want to watch you too.”
“You’ll have lots of time to watch me. But this is about you. I want to see you make yourself come for me. I want to watch you shake and shatter, hear you calling out my name. I need to commit it all to memory and I can’t do that if I’m touching myself. Fuck yourself for me, Addie.”
“Oh my God.”
“Tell me what you’re doing to yourself.”
“I’m—I’m getting myself off for you,” I manage, picking up speed on my clit. “But I need more.”
“How are you going to give yourself more?”
I close my eyes. Holy shit, I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life.
“I don’t have enough hands for everything I want,” I say and Zander chuckles. “I need you.”
“You’re sneaky, aren’t you?” he says, then his fingers slide inside me again. I cry out in shock, my pelvis tipping his way. “How’s this?”
“Uh huh. Good,” I say, chest heaving. “Good, thanks.”
“What’s that other hand going to do?”
I momentarily forget I exist on this earthly plane, both hands completely frozen. Zander’s fingers curl inside me. I close my fingers around his wrist, push him in further. He wordlesslyobeys, pulling out, then all the way back in. I tilt my head back and moan.
“Fuck, Addie, you’re beautiful,” Zander growls. “Touch yourself.”
My right hand, still slick, draws back to my clit. I try to match Zander’s measured thrusts, but get carried away, needing my own fingers to move more rapidly.
“Keep going, Addie,” he directs, teasing me with deliberate, slow, deep strokes of his fingers. “You’re fucking yourself so good. What else do you need?”
I need him naked and buried inside me, but I know he won’t give me that yet, so I roll up my shirt and pop my breasts out of my bra. I feel Zander trip up, thrusting harder than he has before. Everything in me tightens and almost tips over the edge, but then he’s back to his teasing rhythm.
“Jesus Christ, your nipples were killing me yesterday.”
“How about now?” I pant.
