Page 87 of Bottles & Blades

Teeth. Lips. Mouth. Fingers.

I can’t focus, can’t separate them, can’t do anything but?—

“Jean-Mi!”

Come apart.

Twenty-Six

Jean-Michel

Fuck,she’s pretty.

Legs limp and spread wide around my shoulders.

Pussy pink and swollen and slick from my mouth.

Tits bouncing as she struggles to catch her breath.

She lifts her head, managing to tuck her elbows under her—and fuck, her looking down at me like that…

My dick throbs, wanting to be where my fingers are?—

Deep in liquid heat.

Being squeezed tight.

“That was…” Her already red cheeks flare brighter. I don’t push her to finish her statement, just wait until she finds the words to complete her train of thought. “…incredible.”

My dick twitches again.

Yeah, I can’t lie. That makes me feel like a fucking god.

“So much better than my vibrator,” she whispers. Then she seems to realize what she’s said and drops back onto the bed, covering her face with her hands, her legs trying to close, a groan slipping from her lips.

I want to halt her movements, but she put a lot of trust in me over the last half hour.

So, I give her that play, slipping from between her lush thighs, crawling up beside her, drawing her into my arms, then gently smoothing my hand up and down her back. Though, I can’t help but ask, “You use a vibrator?”

“Oh, God,” she says, groaning again, burrowing her face into my chest.

Grinning, I bring her closer. “Will you show me sometime?”

Another groan.

I chuckle softly, kiss the top of her head. “No rush. We’ll get there.”

“What if I don’t want to get there?”

The question is very quiet, but I still hear it. I shift back, cup her jaw in my hand, tilting her face up so that I can meet her eyes. “Then we don’t go there.”

Her lips part on an exhale.

“I meant what I said, buttercup. You’re calling the shots.”

“What if I don’t wantthat?” Teeth pressing into the corner of her mouth. “To call the shots?”

I relax because her eyes are dancing.

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