Page 61 of Just This Once

I turn the bottle upside down, drawing a line of oil from the dip in her collarbone to just below her belly button and smooth my palms over the same path, rubbing it all in, luring soft moans out of her, and honestly, I don’t know who’s enjoying this more. Me or her.

With both of her breasts in my hands, I plump and play, brushing my thumbs over the stiff peaks, rolling them between my fingers, watching goose bumps dot her skin. She pushes against me, arching her neck, silently asking for more. And I will never deny her anything. I caress and massage, learning she likes it when I scratch my blunt fingernails in circles around her nipples, but never quite touching.

She hisses and throws her hands around my head when she eventually can’t take it anymore, digging her fingers into my hair. “Dante.”

I smile against her cheek at her sweet whine. “Yes?”

“Stop teasing me.”

“No, I don’t think I will.” I glide my hands down her stomach and hips to her thighs. “Keep your hands where they are. Don’t move your legs.”

“I can’t,” she says on a gasp when I brush my fingers over her pussy.

“Yes, you can. You can do everything, anything you want to. Especially be my good girl, can’t you, duchess?”

Her answering groan sends my lust into overdrive, and I concentrate on the way my fingertips leave tracks on her skin with the oil, pushing her thighs open farther so I can part her slick flesh. The scent of the lavender candles and her arousal is a heady mixture, and I inhale deeply before dipping my chin, rubbing my lips back and forth across her shoulder, my fingers echoing the motion as I drag them over the lips of her pussy, then slip along the crease of her thighs, gripping them hard, putting her in the position I want. Knees bent, legs open.

I squirt another few drops of oil on my fingertips then use my left hand to expose her clit. We both watch in rapt attention as I circle it with my right index and middle fingers, slow. So slowly, she whimpers.

But we have a long way to go.

Even if my cock is hard as steel in my sweats and I already know how good it’ll feel to be buried balls deep in her.

I add a little more oil to make her really wet and then speed up. Since our first night together, I could tell Taryn needed a little extra moisture to get her going, and it was pretty easy to buy this almond oil.

In bulk.

She squirms in my hold as I add a third finger, rubbing that sweet spot faster and faster until her moans become long and loud. Then I back off.

She huffs. “What… What are you doing?”

“Playing.”

“What?”

I pinch her nipples. “You’ve never been edged before?”

She shakes her head.

“Well, babe, your only job is to lie here and enjoy it.”

“I’d rather have an orgasm.”

“You’ll get one.” I scrape my teeth over the shell of her ear and keep rolling her left nipple between my fingers, moving my other hand down to her clit. “Eventually.”

I laugh when she curses me, but I swiftly lose my humor as I work her up again into a writhing mess. Then immediately back off. She growls my name. I merely massage her hips and belly.

Then I start again, stroking her clit until she’s trembling, her breath coming faster. So close to the edge.

And stop.

“Oh my fucking god!”

I pour more oil into my hands, rubbing her tits, fingertips drawing circles around her nipples.

“Dante, please.”

I love hearing her beg, love knowing I’m the one making her feel this way. Because I’ve been begging her for weeks.

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