Page 22 of Flip the Field
“How can you be so sure?”
“Well, I haven’t had any complaints so far.” He chuckled. I elbowed him in his perfect six pack abs. “Ouch.”
“Smart ass.”
“Close your eyes.” He squeezed me to him. I sighed and settled back into the warmth of his body pressed against mine. It was like sleeping on a cloud and being hugged by a teddy bear who smelled like spice and chocolate.
I closed my eyes and images of his hands on me swam through my mind. I shifted and his cock twitched to life. It was impossible to ignore.
My eyes popped open.
“What’s wrong?” His breath hit the back of my neck and I shuddered.
“I can’t sleep.” I pushed the covers off of me. The room suddenly grew hot. Or I was hot.
“What do you do when you can’t sleep?” He kissed the side of my neck and I tilted my head back to look at him.
“Masturbate,” His eyes grew wide. “While thinking of you.”
The air grew thick with sexual tension. “Well, if you think it will help,” He winked. “Don’t let me stop you.”
I swallowed and leaned back against his chest. I pulled my right arm into the sleeve of my t-shirt. Brady let out a low groan and kissed the sensitive skin below my ear. I squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple between my fingers.
“Do you pull it hard?” he whispered in my ear.
I pulled again. “Hard enough.” My voice came out low and breathy. I bit my lips and switched to the other breast.
“Harder.” He groaned. I imagined it was his hands on me. He pulled up on the collar to see down my t-shirt.
“What’s next?” His voice made my pussy spasm. I slid my hand down my stomach and through the patch of hair on my pussy. I pulled on it and moaned.
“Does it feel good?” he asked.
“Yes.” I nodded. I slid a finger between my folds.
“Show me how you touch yourself.” I ran two fingers through my folds and coated them with my juices. “Are you wet?”
“So wet.”
He groaned and bit my earlobe. I closed my eyes and laid my head back against him. “Spread your legs.” He pulled the t-shirt up. His hands rested on my stomach. I threw one of my legs over his and shifted to my back, my fingers working back and forth through my pussy. I spread my lips apart.
“Is your clit hard?” He rubbed my stomach as I nodded. I tapped on it with my middle finger and rubbed small circles.
“Fuck, Amerie, you look so hot.”
I whimpered and rubbed harder. His fingers flexed on my stomach.
“Are you close?” he whispered again and licked the rim of my ear. “What takes you over you the top? Show me.”
I looked back at him. “Help me.” I grabbed his hand and slid it between my legs.
“Oh, fuck.” He groaned as his lips captured mine.
