Page 132 of In Death, Love Survives
“Later, man.”
“Good to see you, Nova,” Caleb says.
“You too!” she exclaims as they walk away.
Nova buries her face into my chest.
“Did you want a drink?” I ask.
“No, I’m good.”
“Since that’s settled. I think I owe my girl an orgasm. Isn’t that right?” I whisper.
“Wolfe…”
Slowly, my hand travels up her thigh, and I tease the edge of her cutoff shorts with my fingers.
She shudders from my touch, and goose bumps prickle along her legs.
“I think you like to be daring.”
Nova hums as she sinks back into my chest.
My fingers trail her shorts until I reach her pussy. I start to stroke the outside of her shorts and can feel the heat exuding.
“What if someone’s watching?”
“Then they’ll see just how beautifully you come.”
“I thought you didn’t want people seeing me come?”
I chuckle. She’s got me there.
“If you don’t want to.”
“I do,” she whispers.
Nova sighs as she wiggles in my lap, adjusting herself slightly so one leg is bent at the knee, mostly covering where my hand is.
I start to rub her faster, feeling her body vibrating from each touch.
“Careful, baby,” I whisper.
“Wolfe,” she moans out.
One of her arms wraps around the back of my neck as she begs for more friction.
“Please.”
I rub her rougher, knowing that she needs a deeper touch.
“Come for me.”
“I’m so close,” she murmurs as she starts doing smaller thrusts.
“Pretty girl,” I whisper.
I can make her come so easily just from paying attention to what works.
