Page 104 of Hoax and Kisses
“This has been driving me mad all night,” I breathe. “Do you have any idea how much those legs turn me on? So fucking long and smooth.” I dip my head into the hollow of her neck, kissing her collarbone as I toy with the hem of her dress.
When I finally slip my fingers underneath, grazing the fabric of herverythin panties, she tilts her face back and lets out a soft, low moan.
“Fuck, Zoé.”
She moves her hips, trying to force me to where she needs me the most.
I can’t refuse her. I can barely hold myself together. So I sweep my thumb against her underwear. And when I’m met with dampness, I curse against her throat.
She shudders, nails raking my scalp. “Push it aside.”
I’m way past that point. Fabric bunched at her hips, I yank hard, her gasp swallowing the sound.
“It was in the way.” I slip the torn lace into my front pocket, then quickly find my way back to the precious spot between her legs. When I press my fingers against her center, I let out a strangled breath that ripples over her shoulder.
I forgot how perfect she feels.
The night I met her, I had to force myself to not linger on that feeling, to tune it out. That current in my veins that screamed at me that nothing had ever felt so good or so right.
I’m not resisting it anymore. I’m embracing it now.
With gentle fingers, I part her lips, and once they’re coated with her wetness, I move to her clit and rub circles around it.
Head tipped back, she chokes on air and tugs at my hair as I play with the most sensitive part of her.
“I could do this all night, beautiful.” I bite her shoulder, then lick the spot where I left my teeth marks. “Stroking you until you can’t hold it any longer and come all over my hand.” I inhale, kissing my way up her neck until I reach her ear. “I love when you make a mess on me.”
She whimpers.
“That sound.” I groan. “Do it again.”
Fuck, I want more. I slide a finger inside her, then another, and curve them.
Her back arches off the door. “Please, Matt.Please.”
She grasps my biceps, her nails digging into the fabric of my suit jacket.
“Please what?”
“Make me come,” she breathes.
Fuck. I sink my fingers deeper, and she makes it again, that fucking sound that causes every muscle in my body to go taut.
I brush the hair out of her face with my free hand, then cup her jaw, forcing her to look at me.
When her eyelids flutter closed, I tsk.
“Open those eyes for me. I want to watch you when you fall apart.”
She obeys, and I quicken my pace, adjusting each motion to the rhythm of her breath catching, to her body tensing against mine.
And then she’s there.
She holds my gaze, brows furrowed, lips parted. It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen. With one more pump of my fingers, she grips me hard and soaks my hand, her body writhing under me.
“M-Matt!”
I lean in and cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her cry.
