Page 46 of Where You Left Me

My fingers slide over my bud, and it sends a tingle rushing through my entire body, awakening it with a burst of pleasure. I close my eyes and tiny black dots speckle my eyelids as pieces of myself shatter in the best way. My head drops back as I continue to play with myself, circling and slipping over my clit.

My mouth falls open and soft murmurs escape. I try to regain some control and slow my movements so they’re not so sporadic, and so my whispers don’t turn into cries, but I’m so close to plummeting. Control flies out the window and my fingers have a mind of their own, one goal to throw me over the edge and send me nosediving into a pool of bliss.

I slide one finger in and out. I don’t care he’s watching. Or maybe, it makes it hotter that he is.

“Look at you, so fucking needy sliding your fingers in your pussy. I didn’t even have to tell you to do it.”

His voice is quiet with the pelting of the water against the tile. But it’s loud enough for me to hear. It edges me forward, pushing me so close to finishing.

“That’s enough,” he bites out, suddenly standing in the shower with me.

But I’m greedy and my fingers keep working in and out.

“Mia,” he barks, and tugs at my hand. “I want to be the only one touching you.”

“Then you better hurry up because I’m so close,” I whine.

“Good. That’s exactly where I want you. So completely desperate for me.”

“I am, Jones, please,” I plead in a whisper as I drag my palms down his chest.

He squeezes my ass in his hands and hauls me against him so I can feel every solid inch of him pressed to my stomach, to my center, everywhere. His length is impressive. So thick and hard. It makes my head dizzy.

“I need to feel this ass when I sink into you. And I need access to that swollen clit, too. Turn around,” he orders while he spins me.

Gripping my hips, he hauls me against him, his stiff cock now pressed firmly to my ass. He groans in my ear loud enough that I know he wants me to hear him. He thrusts slowly against me a few times before he nudges his foot into mine.

“Spread those legs for me, Peaches. Just until I’m buried deep in your pussy. Then you can bring them closer together again and squeeze your ass cheeks so you strangle my cock.”

I do what he says and shuffle my legs apart. I take a deep breath and let him enter me. The sensation is different and intense in this position. It’s also one we’ve never done before.

He pulls out slightly and resituates himself, bracing a hand to my waist before plunging into me harder. The force nearly causes me to stumble forward so I reach out and press my hands on the glass. My head swirls with how hot this is. How I could get used to this.

I need more. More of him. More intimacy with him.

“Touch me, Jones,” I ask on a rushed breath.

“What’s wrong? Your clit getting jealous? Is it desperate to get worked over too?”

“Yes,” I hiss, reaching one hand around to the back of his neck and tethering my fingers in his hair.

With that, he lowers his mouth to my shoulder and kisses me there as he slides a palm to my front. His hand starts at my breast where he tantalizes my nipple, causing my toes to curl. He glides down my slick stomach before reaching my center with a skilled finger and a whimper escapes my lips.

He thrusts against me while he flicks my clit, and the sensation builds. His kisses to my neck and shoulder intensify and turn into nibbles and sucks.Oh shit. I try not to worry about waking up with a hickey tomorrow. That one won’t be an easy thing to explain to the parents.

“Did you miss my hands on this perfect body? Did you miss my cock in this tight pussy? Did you think of me while you fucked your fingers on all those lonely nights?”

I murmur a “yes”to every question.

It’s the truth. I missed Jones in every sense of the word. I missed his expert hands. I missed the way he could make me fall apart in seconds. He knew exactly what worked and what had me screaming his name. I’ve never orgasmed like I did with Jones.

He just knew me. Inside and out. That’s the raw reality.

“I need to hear you say it, Mia,” he grunts while he dives into me.

“Anything for you, Jones. Anything,” I whisper through the delicious throbbing.

Jones releases my waist and covers my hand with his, pressing them both against the glass. It’s visceral and magnifies the sensation of everything. The walls of my pussy vibrate and squeeze his cock.

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