Page 104 of Hold Me Instead
His hand worked its way down, brushing over the only scrap of fabric left. The touch was featherlight, back and forth, until she was squirming, whimpering. She held her breath as he finally slipped the fabric off her legs.
He groaned, his hands sliding back up her legs with deep, firm squeezes. His eyes took in her bare pussy, a grooming routine she’d started in recent years as another way to reconnect with her body. His excitement as he took in every inch of her turned her on even more.
He squeezed his tall frame onto the edge of the cushions, his body stretched out beside her. She started to turn toward him, but he held her there.
“Tonight, I’m going to touch you,” he whispered, his fingers doing the featherlight dance again. “We’ll go from there. Okay?” He trailed his kisses to her neck, and she hummed in reply.
He traced over her smooth skin, groaning as his touch got closer and closer to really feeling her. To discovering how wet she already was. She panted, grabbed for him, fingers slipping into his hair and tugging lightly, his grunt of approval spurring her on. Her legs rubbed together, and his hand squeezed between her, the need for pressure growing.
“God, Zachary, please,” she pleaded.
His finger reached her slit, gliding slowly, and they both groaned.
“You’re so wet,” he said, voice low.
She could only whimper in reply.
The tip pressed in.
“Yes,” she whispered.No pain. “Hold there a minute,” she whispered.
“Anything,” he grumbled. He bent forward and sucked her neck.
She gasped, relaxing even as he wound her up. “Okay, a little more.”
He pushed his finger farther, pausing when she put her hand on his. “You alright?”
She nodded. His thumb skimmed her clit in response, and she arched her hips off the couch. “Mmm.” The hum of pleasure grew into a chuckle.
“Feel good?” he asked with a sly grin.
“Oh yes.” She gasped as he did it again, then lightly pressed his hand. “More, Zachary.”
His nostrils flared, and he eased farther into her. Her breath shook.
No involuntary muscle creating a wall.
She squeezed her eyes shut, tears pricking. All she felt wasneed.
He continued, intent on her face, and she felt his finger deep inside her. He twitched it, and she quivered, her eyes locking on his.
“Oh, fuck,” she said.
“Ohhh, fuck,” he said, slamming his mouth to hers.
He pumped his finger in and out of her slowly, eventually adding another at her plea. When his thumb paid attention to her clit again, she went off, her body tightening around him as the orgasm pulsed through her.
She gasped for breath. When she opened her eyes, Zachary slipped his fingers into his mouth, gaze on her, and sucked.
“Holy shit,” she breathed out.
She pounced on him, throwing her body on top of his and knocking him back on the carpet. She removed his jeans completely, his underwear following.
Her hand gripped his shaft, sliding up and down, and her lips went right after.
Zachary cried out.
She hummed, overcome with desire, her fist working below her mouth as she slid up and down him, her tongue swirling the tip. In the past, she never looked forward to this. It was expected—in her experience—but with Zachary, she couldn’t wait to taste him.
