Page 59 of Breakaway Goal

I know if I slant my hips against her, the burst of pleasure that will erupt will fray every thread of self-control I have, and I’ll be frantically humping against her through our clothes until I come in my pants like a fucking teenager.

So I tighten my ab muscles and do my best to clamp down on my lust, because this moment is about Maddie, not me.

It’s Maddie who’s slanting her hips, though. She’s squirming like crazy, clenching her thighs together and bucking upward.

“You want it, don’t you?” I rasp.

“Mhm” she mewls. “It feels …” she trails off.

“Tell me. Tell me how I’m making you feel,” I coax, electricity crackling in my chest.

“So hot. So tight. It aches.” Her cheeks were already flushed, but now her whole face is a blotchy scarlet.

I’m turning her into a hot, quivering mess, and I’m loving every fucking second of it, even if the unrelieved ache in my cock is pure torture.

We lose our clothes. She unclasps her bra and drops it off the side of the bed, and I feel like a steaming train crashes into my chest as my gaze devours the sight of her perfect tits and the sharp rose-petal nipples that are pebbled at their peaks.

“So fucking perfect.” I can’t help but utter the breathless admission. I scrape the pad of my thumb over one of the sharp points, and her back arches from the touch like I’m sending an electric current through her spine.

I circle my tongue around the pink nub on her other breast, eyes lolling upward in my head from how good my tongue feels against her. When I finally slant the flat of my tongue over her nipple, her hand spears into my hair and grabs a thick grasp.

“Rhys!” she gasps, her muscles pulling as she arcs again.

While my mouth lavishes her tit with attention, my right hand crawls down her body, delighting feeling the outline of her ribcage, the smoothness of her stomach, the dip of her belly button, the slant of her hipbone, before it finally arrives between her thighs, where heat radiates from her needy center.

“Fuck,” she gasps with a jolt when I drag my knuckles over her panties, tracing her slit.

“So fucking wet,” I rasp, loving the feeling of her dampness against my hand.

I slide my hand into her panties and gently ghost my touch over her slickness.

“Maddie,” I marvel. “You’re fuckingsoaked.”

Her cheeks are flushed red, eyelids closed and fluttery, her mouth open with a quivering lip and pulling in jagged breaths that make her chest heave.

She’s unraveling under my touch, overwhelmed by the sensations I’m causing her. She looks so damn good when she’s swelling with want and need, so unused to the intensity of the feelings coursing through her.

I feel like I’m drunk. Intoxicated by the way her body reacts to my touch.

I swirl my finger around the tight nub of her clit. Her body pulls taut as a wave of pleasure rolls through her.

Arousal like I’ve never felt before lodges in my chest, and in this moment, nothing in the world is important to me other than bringing Maddie to the most earth-shattering climax she’s ever experienced.

I continue to toy with the bundle of sensitivity, and her body squirms next to me. Her stomach undulates, her thighs roll, her hips arc upward into my touch. Fuck, I’m enjoying seeing her body respond to me rubbing her clit far more than I’ve ever enjoyed any of my own orgasms in my life.

But I know she needs more. I can tell there’s an ache throbbing inside her that isn’t satisfied just by my fingers stroking her clit.

I press my middle finger gently against her opening. Maddie’s chest expands as she pulls in a sharp breath at the heft of my digit against her.

“Can you handle my finger inside you?” I ask.

She draws her bottom lip between her teeth and nods. Excitement flashes in her eyes, but I can sense nerves fluttering in the movement of her brow.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say, and she nods.

I slowly push myself into her. My jaw clenches at the feeling of my finger coated in her juices, of feeling the hot velvet of her pussy walls clench around me. When I can tell she’s comfortable, I start to languidly work my finger in and out of her while she ripples around me.

Her breathing grows staggered. She clenches my forearm, like it’s the only thing anchoring her to reality as she unravels.

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