Page 119 of The Right Kind of Wrong

It didn’t matter that darkness had just fallen over the sky or that she was completely naked in a hot tub where, though unlikely, someone could walk into the yard at any second.

Blake didn’t expect excitement to lick through her at the idea that they could be caught, that it was dangerous, but it did, just before settling into her pulsing clit.

“I—yeah,” she managed to say when Monroe started moving her fingers again, teasing around her swollen nerves. She wondered how it was possible for Monroe to take her this high, this fast.

Monroe’s hand tightened against her hip.

Yes.

Blake didn’t know how badly she’d needed to feel Monroe after today until right now. Until Monroe started ghosting kisses across her shoulder, teasing Blake’s clit before dipping down to her entrance but not going inside.

How had she lived all her years on earth without experiencing want like this?

She’d never been so in touch with her own body before, but now she was aware of every muscle and nerve as they screamed for Monroe’s touch.

All she could do was let out a shuddering breath when Monroe pushed inside of her with a finger, holding still to give Blake time to adjust to the intrusion.

“You know I want more than that,” Blake husked out, already wet enough to take whatever Monroe would give her.

The hand holding Blake tightened, and she could feel Monroe shifting behind her, sitting up straighter to get a better angle. “Yeah? Why don’t you tell me what you want, Blake.”

“I feel like I was promised you fucking me senseless under the stars.”

Blake turned her head to see Monroe’s face.

She wasn’t disappointed. Monroe’s blue eyes had darkened from how wide her pupils were blown, her lips wet from the kisses she’d been trailing across Blake’s skin.

“Did I mention how much I appreciated what you did for me today?” Monroe murmured at the same time she pushed another finger inside.

Blake moaned at the intrusion, Monroe’s deft fingers finally starting to fill her so deliciously. “You did,” she rasped out.

“I find everything you do so incredibly sexy,” Monroe said as she began to move inside of her, pushing deeper before easing back out again, only to move back inside excruciatingly slowly on the next pass, too.

Blake had never—and she meant never—been fucked so sensually. A deep, aching need was opening up inside of her, begging to be filled with each stroke. It felt like the ride up before the roller coaster plummeted, her stomach bottoming out even as she knew the frenzied excitement awaiting her on the other side.

“Monroe,” she begged as the ache spread wider, into her chest and through her limbs.

But Monroe didn’t go faster. Didn’t touch Blake’s clit again. She just moved with fluid purpose, driving Blake somewhere that she’d never been before and would never have been able to describe.

“You were so good today. I don’t know what I’d have done without you,” Monroe whispered in her ear, pushing her fingers deeper and then curling them upward, stroking so that Blake jerked her hips when she hit the perfect spot.

Blake’s stomach tightened, blood pounding in her ears. A praise kink hadn’t been on her list of self-discoveries, but the way Monroe had said the word good made her feel like she was coming apart at the seams, and she tried to grind harder against Monroe, who was refusing to give in.

She hadn’t explored this part of herself before. She’d never cared whether Noah was pleased with her, especially toward the end. And she’d never wanted his approval either.

But this was . . . God, this was everything.

And Blake was going to come too fast, leaving too much possibility on the table when it came to where Monroe could take her, if she didn’t get a handle on things.

“Is gentle parenting your kink?” Blake teased, only her words came out more strangled than anything else, her chest heaving as Monroe finally, finally started to pick up her pace.

“Is me calling you ‘good’ yours?” Monroe asked knowingly, timing her words with her thumb connecting with Blake’s clit, making her let out a cry.

“Shhh,” Monroe whispered in her ear, even as she continued to toy with her aching clit. “Be good for me and don’t wake the whole neighborhood. Can you do that?”

Oh my god. Monroe’s words. Her tone. The way that she was teasing Blake.

Her orgasm had been lingering at the edges, like a wave growing bigger on the horizon, but she felt the crest, the promise of her need finally being fulfilled.