Page 78 of An Inconvenient Marriage
Especially if she kept rolling her hips the way she was. Not that I was complaining, I loved that she was so turned on, she was chasing her own release. Hell, my own hips bucked, fucking nothing but air as I kept sliding my fingers in and out of her.
Breaking our kiss, I tugged her lip between my teeth. One small bite, and her thighs trembled. I pumped faster.
“That’s right. Come all over my hand.”
Natalie’s hips chased the rhythm of my fingers, and she threw her head back against my shoulders.
One, two more thrusts was all it took.
“Oh… Zach… oh… yes.”
My name on her lips in the middle of an orgasm was too much. My hips bucked forward one final time, and my own orgasm shot through me so suddenly, my knees almost gave out.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
And since Natalie had no idea what was happening, she shot upright and tried to twist to face me. A bit difficult to do when my fingers were still buried inside her and I was trying to stand up from the sheer force of the world’s most embarrassing orgasm.
“Zach?” Her voice was filled with concern. “What happened?”
With a rueful chuckle, I finally pulled my hand away and planted my fists on my hips. I glanced down and immediately shook my head. “I just came inside my pants like a fucking teenager.”
“What…? Oh.”
I lifted my gaze to find Natalie staring at the wet spot on my sweats. After a few seconds, her eyes met mine. “Sorry.”
This woman was something else. “Don’t be. Be proud. You’re such a damn turn-on.”
I took a step closer, and instead of meeting my gaze, Natalie’s eyes dropped to my pants and lingered.
“If you keep looking at it like that, I might need to come again.”
She slowly turned her attention back to me, and so help me, if the innocent expression wasn’t enough to do me in, her words sure as shit were.
“Can you really go again? You just… finished.”
Shit, sweet, innocent Natalie was temptation on an entirely different level. It wasn’t just that I got a kick out of introducing new things to her. It was the fact that I was the first one to touch her in a certain way.
And I’m going to be the fucking last one, too.
What a ridiculous notion.
Ignoring that thought, I focused on this gorgeous creature who was still staring at me with her deer-in-headlights look. Fucking hell, I loved it.
Bending down, I touched my mouth to the shell of her ear. “I can go as many times as you want me to.”
Which wasn’t an overexaggeration by any means. I’d just shot my load, and I was already hard again. In my defense, it had never been like this. This was all Natalie’s doing.
“Can I…” She lowered her gaze and took a few deep breaths, then blinked up at me again.
Somewhere behind all the trepidation shining in her eyes, I could see a spark of determination. It was hot as hell.
So hot, I grew even harder.
“I want to touch you,” she finally admitted. Then without waiting for an answer, reached for the waistband of my sweats.
Her fingers had barely grazed the material when I grabbed her wrists and tugged her arms away. As desperately as I wanted her hands all over me, there were better places to do this. Especially if she’d never done it before. And since there was no way for her to know what I was thinking, she looked up at me with a hurt and confused expression on her gorgeous face.
“You don’t want me to touch you?”
