Page 141 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

I whimper when he gets close—so fucking close, but not quite close enough.

And the moment he discovers that I went without panties tonight, all the air rushes from his lungs.

“Did you forget something tonight, darlin’?”

I shake my head, my teeth holding my bottom lip captive as his fingertips ghost over my sensitive flesh.

“Oh, you’re a tease. I love it.”

“Calvin,” I shriek when he parts me and his fingers find my swollen clit.

“Open your legs wider,” he rasps in my ear, and I rush to follow his order.

“So wet for me again.”

“Yes,” I whimper as he pushes his fingers back to my entrance, gathering up my juices just like he did last night. Only, this time, he doesn’t go straight back to my clit.

“Can I feel how tight you are?”

The fact that he asks instead of assuming that because I’m wet I must want him inside me only makes me trust him more.

This man…he’s more than I ever could have imagined.

The kind of caring, thoughtful man I was starting to think didn’t really exist.

“Yes,” I breathe, my internal muscles already tightening, ready to feel him stretch me open.

He doesn’t push inside immediately; instead, he teases me mercilessly, leaving me whimpering and begging him to do something.

“Calvin, please, I need⁠—”

My words die as he finally pushes a single finger inside me.

“Oh my⁠—”

“Fuck,” he grunts. “So goddamn tight.”

I nod, although I’m not entirely sure what I’m actually agreeing to.

He presses the heel of his hand against my clit, and my knees buckle.

“Whoa,” he says, banding his arm around my waist, holding me against him.

He is incredibly hard against my ass, and my hand twitches to reach for him again, to wrap my fingers around him and bring him to ruin.

“I’m…I’m not gonna last,” I confess as my orgasm barrels closer.

“Give it to me, darlin’.”

“B-but…your mouth.” I want to pout at the thought of missing out on what that might look like. I already suspect it’ll be so much more than my imagination.

“I don’t remember there being any rules on how many orgasms you’re allowed to have.”

“Oh,” I breathe, my lips forming an O as he continues what he’s doing.

“Calvin, that’s…fuck…yeah…there. Fuck. There. Yes,” I squeal when he successfully pushes me over the edge.

I’m pretty sure I black out, because when I blink again, I’m facing Calvin.