Page 74 of Kiss Me, Maybe

“Which feels better?” I ask, not because I’m hoping she says me, but because I want to know what’s working for her. When I give her nipple a light pinch between my thumb and forefinger, her lower half is squirming again.

“You.” There’s no mistaking the flush that washes over me. “Your touch feels better.”

I turn the device off for now and play with her nipples. Another moan falls from her lips. Lord, the sounds this woman makes. They only get better when I put my mouth on her, sucking and licking her. Her hand grips the back of my neck, those nails grazing my scalp in a way that has me humming like a cat against her skin.

It’s not as nerve-wracking as I thought it’d be, touching her this way. Kissing my way down her sternum to her peaked brown nipples.

I could get used to this.

I already am. I watch her face for a reaction as I reach her shorts, pulling them down her legs when she gives me a shaky nod. It’s a heady feeling, placing myself between her spread legs. Running my fingers up her inner thighs. Watching her shiver from my touch.

“Are you ready for the suction toy again?” I ask as I push her panties to the side and use my fingers to spread her open. Her head tips back against the edge of the tub when I spreadher arousal around her clit. It’s a strange sensation to be doing this to another person for a change. I know exactly how to use my fingers on myself to get off. I could apply the same technique to her if we weren’t using the suction toy.

She nods. “Yes, please.”

I open the bottle of lube and squeeze some onto my fingers, ensuring the toy is nice and ready for her. Then I turn on the device and start at the lowest setting, watching her face to gauge her reaction as I press the slick, circled tip against her clit. When that doesn’t have the desired effect, I kick it up a notch. She hitches a breath at the second highest setting, her eyes shutting closed in contentment.

“Should I move it, or—”

“No,” she gasps, squirming. “Right there is good.”

“Okay.” I let out a breath as I continue to hold the toy steady against her. After a moment or two, I ask, “How does it feel?”

“It feels nice.” She sighs. “I—Fuck.”

The expletive comes when I use my other hand to play with one of her nipples. She lets out a moan, her thighs beginning to shake. “What… what are you doing?”

“I got bored.” Careful to keep the device against her steady, I bend down to lick her other nipple. “Is this okay?” I ask against her skin. “I like doing this to you.”

“Y-yes.” Her body trembles as I suck the peak into my mouth. “Oh, Angel. I’m about to come.”

“Then come for me, Krystal.” I bite down on her nipple, and her moans turn into a keening whine I like the sound of way too much. “I won’t stop you this time. Promise.”

I feel her thighs tremble around the hand using the toy on her. When the pressure is too much and she starts pushing myhand away, I turn the device off and use my fingers to soothe her down from the orgasm. She looks up at me in wonder, or maybe even awe. When her mouth opens, I don’t expect the next words that come out of it.

“Can I return the favor?”

I squirm a little at her request. Then I stare down at the device I just used on her as she makes a grab for it. She rises to her knees, practically stalking over to me. “Only if you want to. Otherwise, I feel like I get so much more out of this than you do.”

“That’s not true,” I assure her, staring at her mouth. “But I’m not gonna lie, I have been wondering what your little toy would feel like on me.”

“Lie down.” We swap places until she’s hovering over me.

It’s a little unsettling to have her undivided attention on me as I slip off my pants and underwear. Do I look weird wearing a shirt and bra and nothing below?Fuck it.I sit up and pull off both before lying back down, my heart racing. No one’s ever seen me naked before—not as an adult at least. Krystal’s eyes scan me up and down, every inch of exposed skin on fire.

This feels weird.I bite back the urge to say the words aloud, afraid if I do that she’ll stop. And I don’t want to stop. I want to experience this closeness with Krystal. I want to experienceeverything.

“Can I touch you?” she asks, biting down on her bottom lip. When I nod, her fingertips skate my skin—sliding up my hips to my waist, my belly, until she’s cupping my small breasts. “Angela, fuck you’re so gorgeous.”

“Really?” I don’t have to see myself to know my cheeks arepink. “With my choppy haircut and bits of hair clippings sticking to my arms?”

“Hey,” she admonishes. “Are you insulting my barber skills?”

“Not at all. It’s just I’ve never had short hair before. I didn’t think I could feel pretty this way.”

“You’re not just pretty.” Her right hand moves up to my cheek. I suck in a breath when her thumb traces my bottom lip. “You’re beautiful, Angela.” She moves in closer, her voice a hot whisper in my ear. “And I bet you’ll look even more beautiful when you’re coming apart on my fingers.”

As if I wasn’t already a puddle of goo at that statement, her lips trail a path over the shell of my ear. I’m already shivering at the touch when she bites down on my earlobe.

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