Page 29 of Made Better Together

“This is from me?”

I nod yes, unable to form words.

His fingers lightly rub over the wet spot, creating just enough friction over my sensitive skin to turn me on even more.

“Are you watching the fireworks?” he whispers in my ear while continuing to touch me. “Because I’m going to pet this pretty pussy until you come, as long as you keep your eyes on the sky.”

Holy crap.

No guy has ever spoken that way to me.

In combination with his soft movements over my sensitive spots, it’s enough to give me a small climax. My core squeezes as I shudder and let out a sigh.

He stills his hand. “Was that…”

“Yes, I…” My voice hesitates as I don’t know exactly what to say. “That was fast, sorry.”

He kisses the top of my head, keeping his hand in place over my panties. “No need to be sorry. I just wish I could see those rosy cheeks right now.”

It’s kind of a sweet thing to say, after the dirty talk. Connor is surprising me—the confidence, the directives, and now the softer side.

The fireworks continue to go off, as it’s only been maybe ten minutes since they started. Nice stamina, Eden.

That thought triggers another one—Connor’s erection is wedged against my back. Should I reciprocate?

I twist my head around as much as I can. “Can I…take care of you?”

He groans audibly, but then presses the palm of his hand against my panties again. “What I’d really like is to keep going. Would you want that?”

There’s no doubt in my mind that I have a bigger orgasm lurking if he keeps touching me.

“It seems selfish, but if it’s what you want too…”

He leans down and whispers, “I want to feel your soft skin tremble as I stroke right where you need. If this is our one night, that’s the memory I’m claiming.”

There’s a layer of earnestness over his otherwise serious tone. He wants me to agree.

I give my response by pushing slightly into his hand, causing him to hum.

“Eyes on the sky, Eden.” Then, he slides under my panties, skin on skin, finally.

At first, his fingers leisurely explore me, touching along both lips, up my slit, until he settles on my clit. Once there, he circles it, slowly. I can’t help but moan.

“That feels so…” My breath hitches as he rounds my sensitive nub again, and intense pleasure radiates through my clit.

With my reaction as validation, he swirls faster, again and again. I rest more of my weight against him, lost in the sensations. He responds by gliding his other hand to gently surround my neck. He’s not cutting off my breathing in any way, but I’m firmly under his power.

“Is this okay? Holding you like this?”

The odd thing about our new position is that I’ve never felt so safe. He seems content to please me.

“Yes…”

One hand around the sides of my neck, he renews his attention on my clit using his other. All of my focus goes to the pleasure pulsing through my core. He has me contained, secured; my role is to receive his touch.

A moment later, he somehow has the ability to remind me of his other instructions.

“Are your eyes open? Are you watching the fireworks?”