Page 113 of Friend Me

While he slowly pressed in and out with his finger, he trailed his tongue up. I fisted the sheets in anticipation.

“You like that?”

I nodded, frantic.

He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue. When he touched the sensitive nub at last, the first wave of pleasure washed over me, and I cried out.

“You do like that.” His stubble scratched the inside of my thigh.

As he alternated circles with the tip and licks with the flat of his tongue, continuing to drag his fingers in and out, I climbed higher and higher. I twisted my fingers into his hair now, urging him to stay where I needed him.

My ragged breaths turned to groans as I spiraled up to catch the orgasm that bobbed just out of reach.

“I’ve got you, Princess.”

His hand stilled, pressed into me, and the orgasm caught me and shook me in its teeth. He held me through it, whispering soothing nonsense into my skin as every muscle inside me clenched and released and multicolored stars danced behind my eyelids. When I blinked my eyes open, he’d come up to lie on his side next to me, silhouetted by the lamp behind him. Propping his head on his hand, he watched me as my breathing slowed. He still wore his glasses and pants. He draped his other arm across my waist.

I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “I could look at that face all day.”

“You mean my O face?” I turned it into the pillow.

His hand left my side and two fingers nudged my chin up so I faced him again. He smoothed a lock of hair from my forehead. “Just your face. O or otherwise.”

His tenderness was melting my insides. Why had I pushed him away? I could’ve had this man over and over by now, the man with the nimble fingers who’d just spun the starry skies around me.

My interior muscles clenched again, wanting more, needing to be filled with more than his fingers. I moved a hand to the front of his pants and felt him straining toward me. I trailed a finger along his length. “Want to see it again?”

“God, yes.”

Rolling to hover over him, I planted a kiss on his lips that tasted like me and trailed down his neck, pausing right at the dip in his collarbone, at the center of his citrus-and-cedar scent. He hummed and closed his eyes.

Encouraged, I licked down to his nipple, which already stood upright, waiting for my teeth to graze it. When I nipped it, he moaned.

I smiled into his skin and continued lower, crouching to skim the hills of his abdominals, one by one. My fingers went to his belt buckle, pushing the leather through the metal as, with my tongue, I drew an orbit around his navel.

Sitting up, I unhooked his pants and drew the zipper down, careful not to catch his straining erection in the teeth. This was it. I was going to see how The Tyler compared to my Tyler. I kissed his happy trail right above his waistband before I tugged off his underwear and pants. Showing restraint that surprised even me, I pulled off his socks before I let my gaze fall on his cock.

HolyGray’s Anatomy.The Tyler was monstrous. Not to mention purple. Tyler himself, although more modest, was gorgeous: veined, flushed, and oh-so-erect. I trailed a finger up from the base to the head and across the slit, smearing the moisture beaded there. He was silkier. Warmer. And he jumped under my touch.

Reaching back to my zipper, I pulled it down until the dress fell from my shoulders and puddled on the floor. My bra joined it a second later. I stood naked before my friend and lover.

His face went slack. “Jesus, Marlee.”

“What?” Had he imagined—expected—me to look different? Maybe I should’ve left the dress on.

“Even better than I imagined,” he said on a breath.

I stepped to the nightstand and pulled out a condom packet from the box next to The Tyler’s pouch. I dropped it on the bed and knelt over his thighs. “You imagined this?”

“Only every night. And weekend afternoons. And once or twice at the office. Whenever you wear that swingy skirt. The one that I can never tell if it’s white or pink.”

The corner of my mouth lifted. “It’s oyster pink. I may have imagined you, too.” Someday I’d tell him about The Tyler. Maybe we could all play together sometime. Not tonight. Tonight was just for very-real Tyler and me.

His cock strained toward me, eager and glorious. I wrapped my fingers around it and tugged experimentally. And then more confidently when he groaned and his shaft hardened further in my hand. I looked up into his face to check that I was doing it how he liked. He blinked hard.

“Baby, stop or I’ll come in your hand.”

So I was doing it right. “I came in your hand. And your mouth.” I bent and licked him from root to tip. But before I could repeat the action, he cradled my chin with his palm.

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