Page 65 of Tempt Me

I reached for her, grasping her lower back and pulling her into me. Desperately, I strained my neck to kiss her, but all I could reach was her jawline. If I went up on my toes, I’d slip again and take us both down. A trip to the emergency room would be anything but sexy.

At last, she bent her head and kissed me, sweeping her tongue into my mouth as she continued to tweak my nipples. The pressure built between my legs. As if she could sense it, she pulled away.

“Not yet, baby girl. This is my orgasm.”

“But I haven’t touched you yet.” Could she come from touching me, watching me?

“Your orgasm is mine. I’m in charge of it. You come when I’m ready.”

Oh. Ohh. “Oh.”

She returned to my nipples, swirling, tweaking, until I squeezed my eyes shut to savor the bliss. Suddenly, her hands were gone.

I opened my eyes.

She sank to her knees. Grinning wickedly, she said, “Forgot to do your legs.”

She made a show of pouring more body wash into her hand, then slicked it over my right hip, then my thigh, front and back. She brushed over my knee, my calf, my shin, my ankle. My legs trembled.

“Can’t forget these sandy toes,” she said. “Hold on to my shoulder.”

I gripped her shoulder as she lifted my foot to swipe between my toes. She set it down then picked up my other foot. She rubbed between my toes, then the bottom of my foot, then the top. Tingles rose up my leg and hovered at the nexus between my thighs.

Setting my foot back on the tile, she began a slow, sensuous ascent up my ankle, my lower leg, my knee. She found the ticklish spot behind my knee and chuckled when I twitched. “I’m coming back to that, later.”

Anotherlater.The tingles intensified.

But when she swept up my thigh, trailing her fingers up the inside, I forgot all about later. It was all about now, now, now, with my attention focused on where her fingers met my skin. Long and nimble, her fingers pressed into my skin, dancing up, tapping again. My breaths came short and shallow.

At last she found the sensitive spot on my thigh just below my pussy. Her touch was featherlight, not nearly enough.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Yes. Yes! More.Please.”

Chuckling, she grazed my lower lips. Fire blazed through my pelvis. More. I needed more.

“Shift a little to the right,” she said. When I did, the spray hit my lower back, lighting it up and making me groan.

“That’s my girl.” Then, at last, she gave it to me. When she flicked her fingers up to my clit, my knees quaked.

“Hold on,” she commanded.

I gripped her shoulders. She increased the pressure on my clit, circling the swollen tip. My orgasm barreled closer.

“Can I…can I come?”

“Good girl,” she said. Her words of praise made me feel like I’d swallowed the sun. Light and heat blazed through every pore. “Yes. Come.”

As she rubbed faster, I let go. I let myself feel it all: the water pounding into my back and dribbling down my legs, her hot breath on my sex, and her fingers, those magical fingers, wringing the orgasm from me. I shouted, then I groaned as she kept up the motion, prolonging my orgasm until I felt like a buoy at the mercy of the ocean waves.

At last, I whimpered. “Enough.”

“For now,” she said. But her fingers stilled and lifted from my body. “Can you stand on your own?”

I was still gripping her shoulders. “Sorry.” I released her and stood. My knees held. Barely.

“It’s all good, baby girl.” Her tone soothed me.

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