Page 95 of You're The One
“So, come.”
“Huh?” Her lips pull down, brows tightening.
“I want to see what you like.” I stroke myself through my slacks. “Show me.”
She licks her lips, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.
“Like this?” she asks, voice all mock innocence.
I nod, jaw clenched.
Fuck, I want to taste her.
I start second-guessing this plan as I watch her hand move to her clit. The way the fabric hides just enough makes it worse. A tease. Torture.
She moans, and I meet her gaze.
“You too,” she breathes.
My eyes flick to her still-moving hand, then back up to hers.
“I want to see you come, too.” The hand that was teasing her nipple slides down, gliding over her stomach before settling on her inner thigh. “Right here. With me.”
I was fully prepared to get myself off in the shower after she came and I cleaned her up with my tongue, but I did not expect this side of Mia. I should’ve—she’s done nothing but surprise me from the moment I met her. And the surprises just keep getting better.
“Are you sure?”
She nods.
I take a step back, just enough to unbuckle my belt and ease down my fly. I grip myself, the fabric of my boxers mostly hiding her view. “Is this okay?”
“No. I want to see.”
I raise a brow. “Fair is fair.”
Her raspy laugh fills the room, and it turns me on just as much as the view in front of me.
The hand that was gripping her thigh moves to her panties, and she pulls them to the side.
“Fuck, Mia.”
My hand moves, stroking from base to tip. I can’t look away from her perfect, wet cunt or the way her fingers slide through her center.
“Fair is fair,” she echoes.
And I don’t need to be told twice. I pull my pants down to free my dick, tucking my boxer briefs beneath my balls.
She props herself up on one bent elbow to get a better view, but her fingers don’t stop moving over her clit. Her breathing grows more labored as she works herself to the edge.
I squeeze at the base of my shaft to fend off coming.
This might be the hottest moment of my life.
Mia moans.Hands down, it is the hottest moment of my life.
I can’t decide what to look at. My eyes ping-pong between the space between her thighs, her face, and her tits bouncing softly with every movement.
I glance down, watching her fingers work inside her pussy, her palm pressing firmly against her clit. When I look back up, her eyes are locked on my hand, still stroking my cock.
