Page 17 of Autumn be His Wife
My toes curl tight as I abandon his hand long enough to pull the strings undone. My thighs press tighter together despite what I want him to do. Feeling my pulse grow there, I don’t think I’m helping it calm in the slightest.
“Am I doing this right?” My words come out wobbly, my resolution shaky. I’m so close to finally addressing this throb I get between my legs whenever I get lost in thought about him or remain near him for too long.
But the words don’t matter. He must know. He must feel it in the way my body trembles. The proof is in the curse he breathes against my ear, a sound of pure agony.
“You’re doing so well, sweetness.” His lips brush the sensitive skin just below my ear, and a full-body shiver wracks through me. “So perfect for me. Do you want me to touch you?”
The question is a low thrum against my skin. All I can manage is a frantic, desperate nod, my cheek rubbing against the pillow.
“Where, Piper?” he coaxes, his free hand smoothing up my side, anchoring me. “Tell me where you want my hands.”
His patience, the way he’s making me ask for it, is its own exquisite torture. Now that we’re on the same page here, there are no wrong turns. No wrong answers.
The confession is torn from me on a breathless, aching sigh. “Everywhere.”
A low groan rumbles in his chest. His fingers, the ones I had guided, finally move on their own, slipping past the loosened silk. His touch is sure, his palm cupping me through the damp lace of my panties, and my hips jerk with a mind of their own.
“You’re soaked, Piper.” Telling me what I already know, he shifts so he’s halfway sitting up, giving himself the perfect view of my curling body. “Tell me, how long?”
His middle finger traces a long, torturous line down damp cotton, only adding a hint of pressure when I don’t answer him quickly enough, and a broken whimper escapes my lips.
The truth, the whole humiliating, aching truth, bubbles up, pulled from me by his expert teases. While I’m exploring the unknown, he already knows what to do, and how to do it.
“Every time I’m with you, I get like this.” Halfway through my words, he presses me where I’m most sensitive, and a moan slips past my lips.
A satisfied smile touches his lips. His fingers dance back up, teasing the band to my panties.
“Let me make it up to you then by helping you take care of this.” His words are calm, but the look in his eyes is anything but.
This man looks like he’s ready to eat me alive.
7
Dusty
Can’t believe this is real. Can’t believe I’ve got an angel sprawled against my bedsheets while my fingers are pruning up against her slick folds.
I wasted no time moving around, shedding her of everything covering her bottom half. Now, I’ve got nothing but the moonlight guiding me, and all it’s doing is making me wonder if this is all really happening.
If I blink a few times, will she disappear? I don’t risk it.
Spreading her thighs further apart, I watch past heavy lids as she moans again against her fingers. Realizing the cabin isn’t occupied by just us, her poor attempt at hiding her pleasure easily slips through the cracks of her fingers.
I didn’t need to bury a finger inside of her to guess she’s a virgin. However, the way her body is jerking and her thighs are trembling, I’m close to believing she’s never felt pleasure before. Something like that can’t possibly be true.
As unbelievable as it is, I have to lighten up on her clit when her walls already try to clamp down.
I don’t need to work a second finger in her. After all, I’m only meant to get her off. But my cock is soaking through, and just thinking about burying myself deep between her thighs has me moving without thought.
A groan leaves her next as I thrust my fingers inside, deep enough to meet my knuckles.
Drinking in her appearance, my cock jerks at the way her chest rises with each breath. Still hidden beneath silk, I lick my bottom lip.
“Unbutton your shirt for me, I want to see what’s beneath.” Curling my fingers, my thumb nudges her clit. “Please, Piper.”
I’m willing to beg if that’s what she wants. Anything to see what she’s been keeping to herself.
Remembering how to use her hands, she nods her head and reaches for the bottom button in the long row. As her fingers shake, she undoes one button at a time. Slowly, I start to see inches of pale, flawless skin. When she starts slowing down once the air starts tickling her bare stomach, hinting at an impossible sense of self-consciousness, I distract her by teasing a third finger.
