Page 48 of A First Sight

The moment his fingers slipped under the elastic, I knew what he was going to do, and I spread my legs to give him access. I wanted him so badly that I felt like I might explode if he didn’t take me.

I made a sound as his middle two fingers delved between my folds.

Just a few skilled passes with his fingers, and my body was shaking. I cried out, my back arching as his fingers worked me through my orgasm. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes as waves of pleasure crashed over me, but tears also from the freedom to feel this deeply.

After what felt like an eternity, he slid his hand out from under my panties, and I collapsed back onto the bed, panting, my body tingling with afterglow.

I’d never had a man make me climax using only his hands, and certainly never that fast. Either I’d been way more aroused than I’d thought, or he was an exceptionally skilled lover.

“Hey.” Drake gently brought me back. His gaze searched my face for a moment, and he seemed to know what I was thinking. “Don’t worry.” He pulled me against his chest. “You needed someone to comfort you, and I was here to do it.”

He pressed his lips against the top of my head, and I relaxed into him.

I gave his shoulder a gentle push and rolled onto my side.

“Your turn,” I said.

“You don’t have t––”

I placed a hand over his mouth.

“But I want to,” I said with a smile.

I started with his chest, running my palms across the hard plains of his stomach. I lowered my head and flicked my tongue over his nipple and then kissed and licked my way down his abs. He swore as I inched closer, and then I was there, at my prize.

There was no way I would get all of him into my mouth, but I knew a few tricks. I started with my tongue, licking all around him, from root to head, alternating between the flat of my tongue and its tip. His flavor was as spicy and masculine as his smell, and it exploded across my taste buds. I wrapped one hand around his base and dropped the other between his legs to cup his balls. The skin was even softer there than around his swollen shaft, and I caressed it, smiling as his hips bucked.

I took him in my mouth then, as far as I could, using my hand to work what I couldn’t reach. I swirled my tongue around him, careful to keep my teeth away from the sensitive flesh. After a few minutes, I began to suck, hollowing my cheeks out as I bobbed my head.

I pressed my breasts against his thigh. My nipples were peaked, and I enjoyed the fiery touch of his skin. I felt the muscles trembling and knew he was close. Before he could get there, I felt his hand on my head, coaxing me back. His shaft fell from my lips, shiny and nearly purple with his need for release.

“Not yet,” he said.

I could see the strain on his face.

“That’s not where I want to be when I come.”

Oh.

My stomach flipped, and my core throbbed. Oh, yes. I wanted that too.

He opened a drawer, then returned with a box of condoms.

“A whole box? Feeling a bit...cocky, are we?”

Drake’s eyes darkened again to that night-sky blue-black as he tossed the box toward the head of the bed. “You have no idea.”

My stomach fluttered as he crawled onto the bed.

He knelt at my feet and reached for my waist. My body hummed in anticipation. He would take off my panties, and then I’d feel that magnificent piece of manhood inside me. I swallowed hard and reached for the box of condoms to get one out for him, not wanting to waste a single moment.

“Wait,” he said.

I looked at him, puzzled.

He hooked his fingers under the elastic of my underwear and smiled at me, his expression full of heat. “Not just yet.”

I hoped that meant what I thought it meant.

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