Page 9 of Let Her Buck

I pull back a little, breathing hard. “I—I think…”

“Would you like me to stop?” he asks, already pulling back his hand.

I place my hand quickly over his without thinking. My cheeks burn with embarrassment, but I don’t pull back. Instead, I tighten my hold on his hand and look into his ensnaring gray eyes.

“I’ve never done this before,” I say, licking my lips nervously.

His expression morphs into something akin to awe, his eyes growing darker with an indecipherable emotion. “This is your first time being kissed?”

I nod, my cheeks burning hotter. “Y-yes.”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Laney,” he says, leaning closer, his voice dark velvet against my ear. “I’m honored to be your first kiss.”

I nod, my breath catching in my throat. “T-thank you?” I squeak, immediately realizing how foolish that sounded.

But West only chuckles and pulls me closer, his hand resuming its journey up my thighs. “If you want me to stop at any point, just say the word.”

I nod, knowing damn well I’ll go as far as he’s willing to take me.

West lets out a rough, sexy groan as he starts to kiss down my neck, nipping just beneath my jaw as his fingers press against the thin cotton between my legs.

“God, you’re soaking wet,” he murmurs. “And I haven’t even started yet.”

My hips jerk, unbidden, toward the heat of his palm. My body’s moving before my brain can catch up.

“West…”

He pulls back to look at me, then slips his fingers beneath the fabric, and I swear I stop breathing.

It’s new. It’s shocking. It’s everything.

He slides a finger inside me and then pulls it out again, slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Do you like this?”

I nod jerkily, unable to get a word past my perched lips. I can’t focus on anything except the magic of his hands, the pressure of his thumb against my clit, the slow slide of his finger within me…

It’s not rushed, not greedy. He takes his time, reading every gasp and shiver like it’s gospel.

Of course I like it. Maybe a little more than I should.

“I wanna make you feel good, Laney,” he says, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Let me.”

And I do.

Because in that gondola, a hundred feet above the world, with the wind dancing through my hair and the night wrapping around us like a secret…

There’s no fear.

Only him. Only me. Only this moment that feels like freedom.

My thighs tremble, and my breath turns shaky. The pleasure crests, coils, and then unravels all at once—my first ever orgasmbuilding fast and crashing over me in a wave that steals every word from my lips.

And then the sky lights up.

Boom. A firework explodes, glittering and gold, painting the night in a thousand sparks.

I laugh, breathless, dazed, and maybe a little in love with the whole damn world right now.

“Perfect timing,” West murmurs, brushing his fingers gently across my inner thigh before withdrawing his hand and pulling me into his arms.

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