Page 51 of Last Light

He cups my bottom over my panties and pulls me closer, fitting me between his legs. Then he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.

I whimper and dig my fingernails into his shoulders.

The pulsing of my arousal is everywhere now. I feel it from my toes to my eyes. I’ve been turned on before, but it hasn’t felt like this. I let out another whimper as his teeth graze the skin above my nipple.

He lets me slip from his mouth and pulls back enough to study my face.

“Travis,” I whisper.

“You like it?”

“Yeah.” My face is burning and my head is buzzing, and I’m throbbing between my thighs. “I’m getting...”

“Good.” He leans forward again to suckle my other breast, and this time one of his hands slides down from my bottom. He squeezes the back of my thigh and keeps squeezing until gradually his fingers tuck into the cleft between my legs, brushing over the fabric of my panties.

I’m wet. I suddenly realize it. He might even be able to feel it.

I make an embarrassing sound as my hips start to grind against the feel of his fingers.

“You do like it,” he mumbles, sounding vaguely surprised as he gives my nipple a quick little tug.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, I do.” I’m panting and starting to sweat and swaying on my feet, leaning against his shoulders so I don’t fall down.

He pulls back to stare up at me again. “You do want this.”

“I told you.”

Something happens to his expression that makes it clear he’s finally accepted it, that he believes this is something I genuinely want.

“How ’bout you lie down for me now?” He eases me back and stands up to pull his T-shirt off over his head. He’s been aroused since I first took off my leggings, but he’s fully erect now, the length and girth of him clearly visibly beneath his loose sweats.

I step over to pull down the comforter and top sheet and lie down on the bed, kicking the covers out of the way.

I feel naked in only my panties. Vulnerable as his urgent gaze crawls over me. I’m aching with need and having trouble staying still.

I shift my hips and fist my fingers in the fitted sheet beneath me.

Travis moves onto the bed beside me, still wearing his sweats. His too-long hair is mussed, and he needs to shave, and he’s starting to smell like Travis again. He’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

He’s propped on one arm and uses the other hand to fondle my breasts some more, trailing his fingertips up and down the contours of them and flicking the nipples in turn.

I gasp every time he flicks, and I lift my chest toward his fingers.

Then he teases me with his mouth until I’m almost writhing. I’m mumbling wordless pleas as his face lowers to nuzzle at my stomach.

I grip his hair with both hands. “Travis!”

“Hmm.” He surprises me with a big lick up the middle of my belly that ends with him sucking one of my breasts into his mouth.

I make a gurgling sound as urgency overwhelms me. “Travis, please!”

“Open your legs for me now.”

I’ve been squeezing my thighs closed around the throbbing ache, but I do as he says. I’m so wet now I know he can see the damp spot on my panties as his eyes move down to my groin.

We’re both breathing heavily as he stares at me. He uses two fingers to stroke a line up and down the inner section of my underwear. Then he starts nudging harder in different spots. Finding the pool of moisture. Opening me through my panties. Feeling some more.

I realize he’s trying to find my clit.

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