Page 81 of Fielder's Choice

“Yes,” I say softly.

“I was really hoping you’d say that.”

Lane’s lips are on mine in an instant. His kisses this time are more insistent and demanding, and oh God, is that working for me already. His tongue strokes against mine as he splays his hand over my hip.

When he nips my bottom lip, I involuntarily let out a soft moan. He groans, and I can feel how hard he is as he presses against my leg.

“Lane… you’re…”

“Hard, Olive,” he smirks. “You make me so fucking hard. Don’t worry about it, though. This is about you. I can take care of myself later.”

I don’t have a chance to respond before Lane starts pressing kisses down my neck. “Oh God…”

He trails kisses back up my neck before gently biting my earlobe and whispering against it. “You’re turned on now, aren’t you, baby?”

I might always be turned on if he keeps talking to me in that husky tone.

“Yes,” I reply, not as ashamed to admit that as I thought I’d be.

“Perfect,” he murmurs against my skin. “What you need to do now is slide your hand under your leggings and settle it between your legs.” I take a deep breath before my shaking hand lifts the hem of my white sweater and starts slipping under the waistband of my leggings. “You’re trembling, baby. Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m trying. It just feels a little… weird.”

“You don’t need to feel weird about this, Liv. All of this is completely natural.”

I nod as I take some deep breaths to settle my racing heart. “What do I do now?”

“Take your middle finger and slide it in your pussy. You’re going to move it in and out, and you’re going to get wetter as you do.”

After one more deep breath, I do as I’m instructed, sliding my middle finger inside myself before thrusting it in and out.

“Ohhh…”

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, but I knew it would. I’ve done this before; I just haven’t been able to… come.”

Lane’s tone is commanding. “That ends tonight. You’re going to have your first orgasm tonight, baby, and it’s going to be hot as hell.” He places several more kisses on my lips before speaking again. “You can use two or more fingers for this, but I think you should stick with one for now. It’ll let you get used to it before trying more.”

“Okay,” I whimper.

“Now, what I want you to do is take your thumb and find your clit.”

“Right,” I say, thankful I paid attention in health class when I was younger. With my middle finger still moving at a rhythmic pace, I find my clit with my thumb. As soon as I touch the sensitive bundle of nerves, my hips buck off the bed. “Ohfuck…”

“There you go. That’s it, Olive. That feels really good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Oh God, Lane…”

His breathing is more rapid as he watches my hand move, though he can’t actually see what I’m doing.

“You’re doing such a good job, Ballerina,” Lane coos, resting his hand on my lower abdomen. “Just look at you. You’re such a good girl, listening to what I’m telling you.”

Oh, I think I like being called that.

My head sinks further into the pillows. “This feels so good.”

“Good,” he praises. “You’re doing so great, baby. I love getting to see you. I love getting to watch you take part of yourself back.”

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