Page 85 of After You

She paused, as if needing to process his words. Then her eyes widened. “What?”

“Please tell me that in three years of no sex with anyone else, you’ve at least been getting yourself off,” hesaid.

She wet her lips and seemed to be contemplating her answer. Finally, she said, “Of course.”

He let out a breath. “Do you have a vibrator?”

She nodded.

“Damn, I want to see that too,” he practically muttered, his gaze raking over her body. He stepped in again and shut the dryer door. Then he reached past her and pushed the on button. The machine became to rumble under her and he watched her eyes widen. “Touch yourself, Hannah.”

She sucked in a quick breath. “Wha—what?”

“Touch yourself. Take that hand that I can’t wait to feel wrapped around my cock, and make yourselfcome.”

Her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed. But it wasn’t embarrassment. He knew that. She was incredibly turnedon.

“I’ve…we’ve…never done that,” shesaid.

He leaned in, took her wrist, and moved her hand between her legs. “Please.” He knew there was no way she could doubt how worked up he was. How much he wanted this. How much he neededit.

Hannah flexed her fingers and took a quick breath.

“Go on, honey,” he urged.

She moved her hand, running her middle finger up and down in the sweet folds between her legs. It was a gorgeous, hot, amazing, dream-come-true sight. And it wasn’t enough.

Kyle reached down and grasped one of her feet. He stretched her leg to put her heel up on the edge of the dryer, spreading her open. She gasped, but her hand kept moving, and the sight nearly buckled Kyle’s knees. He kept his hand on her foot, holding it there. She circled her clit, then ran lower, dipping just inside before moving up again, this time pressing harder on her clit, and he could see every bit ofit.

“Damn, Hannah, that’s so fuckinghot.”

That seemed to spur her on. She slid her finger deeper the next time, moving in and out a few times before returning to her clit. He groaned, watching her nipples grow harder and all of that beautiful pinkness glisten behind her hand. Her breaths were coming faster and her toes curled slightly as the machine continued to vibrate underher.

He felt himself squeezing her foot, but she didn’t seem to mind. He gripped his other hand into a fist at his side. He wanted so badly to touch her. To help. And he decided to tellher.

“You have no idea how badly I want to drive two fingers deep and feel all of that tight, hot, wet goodness,” he told her. “There’s no way you can understand how fucking amazing your pussy feels. I want to dive in there and not come up for years. I’m actually jealous you get to feel that gorgeous pussy clamping down on your fingers as youcome.”

She gave a little whimper and her hand moved faster.

He couldn’t help it then. He reached up and pinched her nipple.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

She needed to be warmed up before he took her—and he was about thirty seconds from saying to hell with it and doing just that. He needed to be sure she was ready and relaxed from at least one good orgasm. And this was a great time to take things up a notch between them. Whether this was a fling or a one-time thing or a…whatever else it might be…he wanted this to be different from how it usedtobe.

He leaned in, put his mouth against her ear and squeezed her foot, while tugging on her nipple. “Come for me, Hannah. I want you to feel what my cock’s going to feel in about two minutes. I want you to understand how all I really want is to be buried deep inside you. How nothing else—food, water, sleep, work—nothing else matters when I’m fuckingyou.”

She cried out at that and came with the most beautiful look on her face and his name on herlips.

She was still shaking as he grasped her hand and lifted her fingers to his mouth. He licked up and down her middle finger and then sucked on it hard. She moaned again at that, her eyes locked on his mouth.

“I wanted to do that the other night when you teased me with this,” he told her. “I remember everything about how you taste and smell andfeel.”

He had let go of her foot, and she quickly shifted so that she could wrap her legs around his waist and pull him close. She kissed him, almost desperately.

In spite of the orgasm, it seemed she was just as worked up now as before. He struggled out of his jeans, loving the way she clung to him even when he needed both hands and a lot of twisting and yanking and jerking to get out of the wet denim. He added the jeans and his boxers to the dryer, still kissing Hannah through itall.

Finally, he took both of her hips in his hands—and then froze. He groaned and lowered his forehead to hers. “Son of a bitch.”

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