Page 52 of Last Light

“Higher,” I whisper.

He moves his fingers slightly and presses.

I jerk and toss my head. “Yeah, there.”

He rubs my clit in circles through my panties.

I whimper and throw my arms backward to grab on to something. Anything. I find the headboard and hang on.

His eyes never leave me as he rubs me through the damp cotton. I almost sob when an orgasm starts to coalesce, but then he stops.

“You likin’ this, Layne?” he asks as he slides my underwear down and off my legs.

“Yeah. Oh God, yeah. I’m... I’m...”

His eyebrows pull together. “You’re what?”

“I’m dying here! Please, I need to come soon.”

“I’m gonna make you come. I’m gonna make you come real good.” There’s a hot promise in his eyes that surprises me and makes my whole body clench in excitement.

“Soon?”

“Soon enough.” He readjusts his position, moving over me so he’s straddling one of my legs. He nuzzles between my breasts.

“You’re too high there. You need to go lower.”

He chuckles. It shakes his body and wafts against my sensitized skin. “I will. Have a little patience.”

“I don’t want patience. I want to come.”

His tone changes slightly as he murmurs, “Don’t wanna go too fast. I wanna make it good for you.” He’s suckling at one of my nipples again.

The knowledge that he’s telling me the truth—that he’s trying so hard to make sure I enjoy this—provokes a different kind of tension inside me.

This one from emotion.

I stroke his back, enjoying the feel of his firm, rippling muscles, and then tangle my fingers in his hair again.

Very gently I push him downward.

He chuckles again, and this time he slides a hand between my thighs. I’m not wearing my panties now, so when he explores I feel his fingers against my hot, wet flesh.

I make a lot of silly whining sounds as he teases and caresses. Then he slides a finger inside me, turning it so he can feel my inner walls.

“Open up more for me,” he murmurs thickly when I tighten around the penetration.

I pull my legs apart, bending them at the knee as I do. He withdraws his finger and then joins it with another before sliding them back in.

I’m not sure how to process the deep sensations. I reach up to grab the headboard again and curl my toes into the sheet.

He nuzzles at my breasts and then my belly as he pumps his fingers inside me.

My body is clinging to them, trying to squeeze around them. He’s rubbing my inner walls with his fingertips as he pumps.

I’m sweating hotly now and tossing my head. I bite my lip around the helpless sounds I’m making.

His head is moving lower on my body. His hair is tickling my belly, his bristles scraping against my inner thigh. Before I know what’s happening, he gives my clit a big, hard lick.

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