Page 93 of Nice Guys Don't Kiss Like That At Christmas
I press a kiss to her thigh.And my cock is inventing new words for "hard" and "needy".
I take her vibrator, pressing it vibrating against her and she shivers.One slow pass of my tongue and she gasps, hips twitching.But her hands stay tight on the sheets.Holding on.Holding back.
I see it now.Really see it.The way she braces against pleasure like it’s something dangerous.The voice in her head still whispering that needing is weakness.
Chuck.
Fucking Chuck.
I play with her, with AdamPro, using my fingers as it plays with her clit, and her whole body trembles.
“You want to know what I did the morning after you left?”I ask, my voice rough against her skin.
She nods, barely breathing.
“I jerked off in the shower.Every night.Sometimes twice.One hand on the tile, thinking about you.Right here.Wet and open and moaning my name like you did that night.”
A low moan escapes her, and her hand moves—hesitant at first—until it rests against my thigh.Then she drags her fingers upward, finding the rigid length of me straining against the sheets.
Fuck.
I hiss through my teeth as she wraps her hand around me, slow and deliberate, her grip unsure but wanting.Needing.
My abs clench.My cock jerks in her palm.I bite back a groan.
“Sometimes,” I grit, “I imagined you bent over the sink.Or on my bed, flushed and panting, riding me until I couldn’t think straight.”
She strokes me once.Slow.Tight.And I could come just from that.From her touching me while I’m inside her head and between her thighs.
She starts to pull away, like she’s second-guessing herself.
“No,” I rasp, catching her wrist.“Touch me.I want it.”
She does.
She keeps her hand on me while I lean forward and brush the toy against her clit again, watching the way her breath stutters.
“Sometimes,” I whisper, “I imagined using this.You spread out.Begging.Me.Talking you through it until you broke.”
Her hips buck.Her hand tightens.
We’re locked in now.Touch to touch, breath to breath, memory to desire.I’m barely holding it together, but fuck if I’d stop this.
“Tell me what you want,” I growl.“Tell me you missed this.Missed me.Tell me you're taking that orgasm for yourself.It's fucking yours, Eve.Your orgasm."
"Yes."
Her hips roll against my hand, needy and restless.She’s still trembling from the vibrator, still gasping through my fingers inside her, but not finished.Not yet.I can feel it.That edge is there.Waiting.And this time, I kiss her neck, breathe against her shoulder.And I intensify AdamsPro's pressure.She gasps, holding on to my shoulders, her eyes locked on mine.
"That's you, Eve.You and me."
And when she shatters, I swallow her moans with my mouth, my tongue.
“Good girl," I whisper and she smiles.
“VoiceGasm,” she murmurs and then she continues, “I want you inside me.”She pauses.“I’m clean.”
My breath catches.My cock jerks so hard it’s almost painful.Every part of me clenches, my abs tightening, my control hanging by a thread.
