Page 101 of Touch the Sky
I don’t need to be told twice. She’s so wet I slide all the way up to my knuckle as soon as I press a finger inside her. She swears and lifts her hips so I can hit a deeper angle.
“Comme ?a,” she mutters. “Yes.”
I thrust a few times, as slow as I dare considering we’re probably down to just a few minutes, and then slide a second finger inside her.
A guttural sound rises from the back of her throat. I start fucking her in earnest, gripping one of her thighs hard with my other hand. She leans down and latches her mouth onto the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, sucking hard enough to make me cry out.
The sweet, stinging pain makes me fuck her even harder. I can feel her muscles squeezing around my fingers, begging for more. I curl them deeper inside her, and she lets out a muffled scream against my neck.
“That’s it,” I urge. “Take it for me.”
I let go of her thigh so I can use my thumb to press down on her clit. Her underwear is in the way, but it doesn’t seem to matter; as soon as I find the right spot, she squeals and bites me again.
“You like that?”
She nods, breathing hard now, her chest straining against her bra. I’d shove the bra out of the way like she did to mine that day at the barn, but I don’t want to break my rhythm for even a second.
I keep pumping in and out with my fingers while I rub small circles over her clit. I can feel her legs clench on either side of my lap.
“Your pussy feels so good,” I tell her. “I fucking love when you squeeze my fingers like that.”
She whimpers. Her hips begin jerking in erratic thrusts. She uses her body to nudge my thumb a little to the left and then sighs.
“Is that where you want it?” I ask. “Right there feels good?”
She nods again. Her voice comes out breathless.
“Right fucking there.”
I go back to circling at the new angle, and her hips jerk even faster. She takes short, sharp gasps for air. I can feel her arms tensing now too, more and more of her muscles going rigid.
“You’re going to come in this truck for me, aren’t you?” I ask. “Right here in the seat. You’re going to keep riding my fingers and come for me.”
She bobs her head in a few frantic nods. Her eyes are squeezed shut now, her head thrown back and her neck straining.
I lift my head enough to brush my lips across the column of her throat.
“I want to feel it,” I murmur. “I need to feel you come, Jacinthe.”
She lets out a plaintiff moan when I say her name, and then she stops breathing altogether.
Her face looks so fucking gorgeous, her features strained with a desperation that’s strikingly vulnerable.
I don’t ever get to see her look this vulnerable. I wonder if anyone does.
I wonder if this is just for me.
The next time I curl my fingers inside her, it’s like watching a silent explosion rip the earth apart. She shakes and shudders, writhing on top of me as her mouth forms a breathless scream.
All I can do is stare in awe as the release rocks through her for several long seconds before she drops her forehead to my shoulder and draws in a huge gulp of air.
She takes a few more shuddering breaths while I slide one of my hands around to trace circles on her back.
“Just breathe,” I murmur.
She shakes her head without lifting it.
“Time,” she pants. “What time?”
