Page 88 of Deja New
So she did and he brushed his thumb around and over the slippery button.
“Easy-easy, light and fast, that’s nnnnnnggggggggg oh more please more like that please that’s just right ah... ah...” And then she was arching beneath him and everything got almost impossibly tighter and hotter and at the peak of her pleasure he buried his face in her neck and counted back from one thousand by sevens
(1,000, 993, 986, 979, don’t come don’t come 972, 965, 958 not yet 951)
and he took his hand away, mindful of oversensitivity, and then she shivered in his arms and was still.
“Oh, God, Jason, that was so—you.” She was looking up at him, wide-eyed. “You didn’t...?”
He stroked his thumb across her lower lip and she sucked at it, then kissed the tip as he pulled his hand away and reached down between her legs. “Now,” he breathed against her mouth. “Again.”
And started to move.
