Page 42 of Kiss Me, Maybe

“Oh… okay.” A flurry of emotions I can’t name cross her features before she finally gives in with a sigh and answers my first question. “It does sometimes. Usually not at my touch alone.”

“Okay.” I nod. “That’s good to know.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“How do you get off when you’re alone?”

“That, um…” She fidgets in place. “Requires a bit of battery-powered assistance.”

The thought of her using a vibrator is almost enough for me to see stars. I clear my throat, trying to look unaffected when an idea occurs to me. “Can you come without it?”

“I can,” she hedges, nose scrunching. “But it’s faster with a vibrator. I can’t remember the last time I just used my hand.”

“Interesting,” I say. “You’re used to getting your way, then. Used to getting off quick and easy at the touch of a button.”

She stares at me for a long beat. “I know what that evil smirk of yours means, Angel.”

Said evil smirk spreads wider. “Nothing angelic, that’s for sure.”

She hitches a breath as my hand closes around her ankle. It’s the most innocent part of her to touch, considering all the glorious naked skin splayed out before me. I use the pad of my thumb to stroke circles against the fragile bone on the outside of her ankle, reveling in the way her breathing sharpens at my touch.

“Hands where I can see them.” She raises her hands before setting them palm-up on the pillow above her head. The movement pushes her breasts up, and it’s taking all the willpower I possess to keep my eyes focused above her neckline. “I just want to look at you for a while. Is that okay?”

She nods shakily, staring up at the ceiling.

“Krystal.” My fingers skate up her calf as I come to thehead of the bed. My hand closes on her chin, gently pulling her face down. “Eyes on me.”

I can’t read the emotion behind her eyes. Is it nerves, or is she just as scared as I am about what this will do to our friendship? This has to be crossing a line, even though we’re barely touching and one of us is fully clothed. But there’s no one I’d rather do this with than her, no matter the cost.

“Can you do that for me?”

She nods again, a deep breath sinking her chest. It’s a reminder for me to take one too. To loosen the tension in my shoulders, though it does nothing for how fast my heart is racing.

My eyes rake over her body, looking my fill. I can’t deny that this is doing all sorts of pleasurable things to me, though now I’m not sure how that ever could’ve been a question. If I stuck a hand down my shorts right now, it’d take three rubs max to make me come. Maybe less. If this was more than a test, if I was allowed to touch her past the boundaries we created, there’s no doubt this would be the best sex of my life. I’d want more from her—I’d want to do this again and again.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She does as I ask without a word, her thighs widening on the mattress until she’s baring herself to me. Through the dim light from the hall, I can see how wet she is. The evidence of how much her idea is working a little too well for both of us.

“Do you need to touch yourself?” She nods rapidly as she lets in a ragged breath. “Show me.”

She doesn’t waste time. Krystal goes straight for her slick folds, dragging a finger through her arousal before circling herclit. She lets out a soft little sigh that turns into a moan as her fingers move faster. Her back arches off the bed, and I know none of it is for show this time.

And it’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever witnessed.

“Tell me when you’re close.”

“I’m close,” she breathes. “Oh god.”

“That quick, huh?” I can’t help the gravelly chuckle that comes out. “We can’t have that. Stop touching your clit.”

She does as I ask, but not without a whimper of protest. Her eyes stay on me, chest rising and falling fast with her quick breaths.

“Where’s your light switch?”

“What?” she asks, confused. “Please tell me we’re not done.”

“Don’t worry, Krystal. I’m nowhere near done with you,” I promise as I find the switch on the wall behind me. “I want to see you better. Is that okay?”

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