Page 128 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

“Are you wet for me?” The question comes out as nothing more than a growl.

“Why don’t you find out?”

“You’re so perfect, do you know that?” I ask as I slide one of my hands down her stomach.

She trembles, her muscles bunching as I descend her body.

“I’ve been obsessed with watching you come for me since hearing you the other night,” I tell her as my fingertips hit the edge of her panties. “Hottest video call ever.”

Sienna thrusts her hips forward as I tease her, her fingers curling around my shoulders as she lifts herself up.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” I tease.

“Touch me, please,” she begs, and fuck if it isn’t the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

I push my hand lower, finding nothing but smooth, soft skin.

“Beauty therapist, remember,” she forces out as my eyes go wide.

The thought of her preparing for this, for me, does weird things to my insides.

“Perfect.” Honestly, I’d say the same thing no matter what her pubic-hair situation was like. It doesn’t matter to me. As long as she’s happy, I’m happy.

“Fuck, Calvin,” she cries when my fingertips collide with her clit. Her body jolts like she’s just been struck by an electric current, and I reach out and wrap my free arm around her, holding her up.

“That’s it, darlin’. You’re doing so good for me,” I praise as I sink lower and— “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

“Yes,” she cries as I coat my fingers in her juices and drag them back to her clit.

It doesn’t take me long to learn what speed and pressure she likes. In only minutes, she’s trembling violently in my hold, unintelligible words tumbling from her lips as she gets close.

“That’s it, darlin’. Are you going to come all over my hand?”

She nods, her eyes barely open, her lips parted, and her fingernails digging into my shoulders.

It’s perfect, so fucking perfect.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I tell her. “All I’ve been able to think about for days is the sounds you make when you come.”

“Calvin,” she whimpers.

“I’m right here, darlin’. I’ll catch you, I promise.”

With those words, her orgasm crashes into her. And just like I predicted, it’s the most incredible sight in the world.

My name peels off her lips once more as she dives over the edge, her body convulsing and trembling as she rides the waves of pleasure.

“Oh my god,” she gasps before falling forward and collapsing against me.

Awkwardly, I pull my hand from her panties and wrap my arms around her as she fights to catch her breath.

I rub my hand up and down her back, telling her how incredible she is, what a good job she did.

I’m not sure if she hears a single word of it, but I don’t stop until she finally pulls her head from my shoulder and looks at me with tired, sated eyes.

A wide, proud smile spreads across my lips.

“You okay?” I ask.