Page 42 of Under My Skin

I move my eyes back to her and trace my hand down her stomach and into her underwear. She is bare and so drenched for me that I have to take a deep breath to center myself. I move my middle finger down the seam of her pussy, hearing her gasp as I graze over her clit. When I slip my finger inside her, she drops her head down onto my shoulder. She’s so fucking tight that I begin to question…

I remove my finger and nudge my head against hers. “Lizzie, baby, look at me.” She brings her eyes to mine, lust and uncertainty radiating from them. “Are you a virgin?”

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LIZZIE

My eyes go widein panic as I look into Cameron’s warm brown ones. There’s no judgment there. Just soft and pleading anticipation as he waits for my answer. I wish I didn’t feel as embarrassed as I do right now.

“I’m not a virgin…but I’ve only had sex once.”

My response is met with silence.

Great job, Lizzie. Stating you are not, in fact, a virgin would have sufficed, but you just had to throw in that you’ve only done it once.

He takes a deep breath, like he’s thinking really hard for the right thing to say, and all I can do is watch the feelings play across his face. Seconds go by, and he still hasn’t responded to my answer.

Yeah, no. I’m not going to wait around for him to let me down gently. I start to move off him, needing to escape whatever this has turned into as quickly as possible, but he holds me tightly on his lap.

“Lizzie, stop,” he says, his voice like gravel. “Look at me. None of that matters to me. I just needed to know before I went any further.” He waits for me to acknowledge him, so I give him a nod. “Was it any good?”

What?

Did he really just ask me that?

“Um…no. He didn’t make me come,” I blurt out.

“You don’t ever have to worry about that with me. I’ve got you.” His voice is so earnest, and I can’t help but feel reassured by his attentiveness. “Do you want me to stop, or do you want me to keep going, baby?”

My fantasies are being offered to me on a silver platter, and I’m pretty sure my brain is misfiring at how hard I can feel him under me. He squeezes my side with the hand he has on my hip, bringing my attention back to him and the moment.

“I don’t…I don’t want to disappoint you,” I say quickly on a rush of breath. He slips a finger back in, and I moan.

“You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried,” he whispers. “Do you want me to make you come?”

My pussy tightens around that one finger, like my body is involuntarily answering for me, knowing I don’t ever want him to stop.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he says with a cocky, proud look on his face, and I’m suddenly hot all over.

Holy shit. Who knew I would be into that?

His middle finger goes in and out as he brushes my clit with his thumb. I make the most unladylike noise and then drop my head back into his shoulder, but he doesn’t let me get away with it. Grabbing my hair with his other hand, he moves my lips to his, fusing them back together. He kisses me and works my pussy and clit in tandem, and it’s almost too much.

“You are so fucking wet for me, Lizzie. So fucking tight.” He pinches my clit and adds a second finger, and I’m trying to hold on to my sanity. “I can’t wait to feel you grip my cock. For you to make all these fucking noises when I’m deep inside you.”

That does it. His dirty talk and his talented fingers are about to push me right over the edge. “I’m going to come, Cameron. Oh my God. I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, baby,” he rasps in my ear, working me faster like he knows exactly what I need.

I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my moans and ride out the best orgasm I’ve ever had. My vibrator pales in comparison to how skilled Cameron is.

He praises me over and over as I come back down to Earth, raining kisses all over my face and neck between his sinfully sexy murmurings.

“You coming on my fingers was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Your tight pussy was made just for me, Lizzie. I can’t wait to have my mouth on you and have you spread out under me like the feast that you are.”

Once I finally come back to myself, I lift my head up to stare into his eyes, feeling shy but trying really hard not to show it. He pulls his hand out from between my legs, never breaking eye contact, and I suddenly feel so empty without him there. Then he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean.

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