Page 83 of Last Light

“Is it?” He reaches between my thighs and strokes me open. Then he slides a finger inside me, spilling the moisture there. “Don’t feel like it’s just my ego.”

I try to hang on to my disdainful look, but I fail completely. His expression is simply irresistible. I shake with amusement and anticipation as I try to line myself up over his hips.

He helps by holding his erection in position with one hand, and he guides my hips down with his other. Slowly I sheathe the length of him. I’m wet and pliant, and I gasp in pleasure as he gradually fills me up.

He moans and rolls his hips beneath me. “Fuck, Layne. Oh fuck. You feel so good.”

I wriggle and brace my hands on his chest. I feel strange on top like this. Being the one in control should make me feel powerful, but I’m oddly vulnerable instead. Like I’m not sure how to move my body.

“How is it?” he asks thickly, his eyes running up and down from my flushed face to my tousled hair to my bare breasts and stomach. His gaze lands on the spot where we’re joined and lingers.

“Good. It’s... good.”

“You don’t like it, and I’ll get on top.”

“I do like it.” My voice is embarrassingly breathless. “It’s just different. Got to get used to it. How am I supposed to move?”

“Whatever feels good to you.”

“Isn’t there a right way to do it?”

“Course not. Not any rules in this. Just try some stuff out. See what feels good.”

“But I want it to feel good to you too.”

He huffs in amusement and rocks his hips. “Layne, I’m inside you, and it don’t get any better’n that. It’s gonna feel good to me. I promise.”

He means it.

I’d swear that he means it.

Emotion and pleasure wash over me.

I try out a rocking motion, enjoying the tightness, the friction, of his erection inside me. I adjust my angle, leaning forward. Then I lean backward, and I like that even more. I’m conscious of Travis’s eyes on me, never straying from my face and body as I move.

He’s been holding on to my hips, his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of my bottom, but after a couple of minutes, he moves one hand and fumbles at my pubic hair until he finds my clit and starts massaging it.

My head falls back, and a long, shameless moan escapes my lips.

“You like that?” he asks, low and gravelly.

“Y-yeah. Oh yeah. Keep doing that.”

My rocking accelerates as he rubs me off, and I’m coming in no time, shuddering through a fast, hard release.

“That was a nice one,” he murmurs, a smile on his lips. He moves both hands and cups my bare breasts, twirling my nipples with his thumbs.

“Nice? Is that what you think?” I’ve barely gotten my breath back, but I try for tartness.

“Sure looked nice.”

“It felt a lot better than nice,” I admit.

“Good. Let’s try for more then.”

I see no reason to object to that plan, so I let him caress me as I rock over him. He fondles my breasts before moving back down to my clit. He rubs me off again, and this time it’s even better. I’m bouncing over him eagerly as my orgasm breaks, and when he keeps rubbing, I keep coming, sloppy and shameless and completely un-self-conscious, even though I know he’s watching the whole time.

When the pleasure finally works its way through me, I gasp and cling to his shoulders, barely able to hold myself in position.

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