Page 20 of Hoax and Kisses
I back us up, then spin, wedging her between my body and the wall. My hand travels down the column of her neck and stops at the edge of her towel. “Can I take this off?”
She nods, the movement jerky. “Please.”
The towel falls to the floor, dragging the rest of my restraint with it. Her hesitation evaporates too. Fingers fumbling, she gets to work with my shirt, her movements frenzied, and a second later, it joins the discarded towel.
Her chest heaves as she stares up at me, her hard nipples brushing against my skin.
“Let me touch you,” I rasp.
She wiggles to give me better access, and that’s all the answer I need. Loosening my hold on her, I slide her down the length of my body.
“Just for a moment,” I murmur against the shell of her ear, “but then I want you back up there.”
With my gaze steady on her face, I lick two fingers. And I don’t look away as I ease one into her and sweep the other over her clit.
Instantly, her pupils blow wide, and she drops her head back against the wall.
“So smooth,” I breathe against her lips.
Moaning, she pulls me down, kissing me with the same intensity as earlier. I kiss her back, pumping into her with that one finger, relishing the way it drips with her arousal. When I feel her ready for more, I add another digit and pick up the pace. Again and again, I repeat the motion until her breathy little noises float around us, punctuated by the sound of my fingers dipping into her wetness.
Soon enough, her legs start to shake, and a breath later, my hand is soaked, her release gushing down my arm and onto the floor.
“Oh my god,” she pants, her knees buckling. Instinctively, I wrap a hand around her waist and steady her to keep her from collapsing.
“Did I just…squirt?” she blurts, eyes wide, cheeks flushed.
I slide my fingers out of her tight channel, fighting the urge to lick them clean. “Yeah, you did.”
Fuck, I’d forgotten how much I like sex. Watching someone come apart under my touch while I hold their pleasure in my hands is one of my favorite kinks. To get them off or edge them until they beg for release. Shit, how long has it been since I had this much fun?
“Do you have a condom?” she asks, planting her palm on my chest.
I shudder. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s been way too long.
Get a grip.
“Yes.” I swipe my shirt from the floor and wipe my hands with it, then fetch my wallet. “Wanna help me with it?”
She nods, takes the wallet from me, and retrieves the condom.
Her eyes dart between mine, then drift to my waistband. “Do you want to…”
Brow quirked, I smirk. “Oh no, please. Go ahead.”
Her blush darkens, but she gets to work unzipping my jeans. I keep my focus on her face, the curve of her cheek, the way her mouth parts, anywhere but lower. If I’m not careful, I’ll come before I’m buried inside her.
In seconds, the cool air of the cabin hits me, and I suck in a breath at the thought of what’s next.
She takes me out and wraps her fingers around me, and by the way her eyes widen, I think she likes what she sees. I grit my teeth, all the blood that hasn’t already pooled in my cock rushing to where she touches me.
“Is this okay? Or is it too tight? I mean, my pressure. The way I hold… it.” She lets out a hushed groan, her next words trailing off. Finally, she looks up, though her gaze lingers somewhere near my Adam’s apple. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to this. My ex—”
I lift her chin with my index finger and exhale sharply. “Forget about your ex tonight, beautiful. You’re doing so well.Trustme.”
Her lips part and a softohcomes out.
Ah, I hit the right target, I see. Praise it is.
