Page 82 of Sweet Caroline
Slowly, Caroline unbuttons her loose top and lets it drop to the floor, revealing her lacy, pale pink bra. I wanna take it off with my teeth.
“Bra too. I need to see those perfect little tits.”
When she reaches back to unclasp it and it finally slips off, I have to keep from lunging forward to suck on those hard, pink nipples until she can’t take it anymore.
I run my thumb over her lower lip, willing myself to focus on one thing at a time. “So, the trick is to relax. And to do that, you need to know what to expect.” I lift the toy in silent question.
Can I?
She looks skeptical but nods.
“Here, touch it. It’s on the lowest setting. Nice and gentle.”
She brushes it with tentative fingers. “Okay.”
Gently, experimentally, I graze the toy down the slope of her breast. “But, on somewhere more sensitive,”—it crests her peaked nipple and she startles slightly at the sensation—“it might feel kind of… exciting.”
Lifting a brow, I drag the buzzing plug across to her other nipple.
“That’s…” She hums a little sound of pleasure and slides her hands up my thighs once more. “That feels nice.”
“We don’t have to put it in unless you want it.” I exhale hard as she starts to stroke me again. “You call the shots here. But… you wanna see how it feels, just on the outside?”
Another small nod as she stands, and my eyes drag up along with her. She unbuttons her jeans.
“Need to hear you say it,” I say, tugging her closer before I kiss her stomach, letting my free hand slip down her thigh. No way inhell am I gonna pressure her into something she doesn’t want. “This is your choice, okay?”
“I know,” she says, cradling my face. “I wanna try it.” Then she lifts a brow. “But don’t act like you haven’t been manifesting butt stuff all along.”
I cough out a laugh. “Wha—? Oh, you think I was playing the long game?”
“Mm-hmm.” Her teasing smile is everything.
“Butt-stuff manifestation, huh?” My jaw clenches as she strips naked in front of me. “Okay, but really. I don’t want you trying this for me. This is for you. You’d said no butt stuff and?—”
“Miles…” She straddles my lap, tangling her fingers in my hair. “Didn’t you tell me not to overthink things?”
“Oof!” I chuckle, dropping my forehead between her tits, then press kisses against her smooth skin. “Called the fuck out.” I drop the plug onto the bed, needing both hands to explore her. “C’mere.” I suck one nipple into my mouth, smoothing my palms over her hips, her waist, her back—like I might memorize her skin by touch alone.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
She reaches between us and guides my cock, moving closer so my shaft glides between her pussy lips and up against her clit.
I can’t tear my eyes away, so I feel around on the bed until I land on the plug. Sliding it slowly down her lower back, I follow the trail of her spine. The moment it slips over her tailbone, she tenses up a little.
“Try to relax,” I whisper. “Just tell me how it feels.”
“Mmm,” she hums, though her voice is pitched higher than usual.
“It’s okay to be nervous. And hey,”—I pause, lifting the toy away—“if anything is too much, just saypomegranate, okay?”
“That’s the safe word?” Her brows quirk together. “Pomegranate?”
“First thing that came to mind.” I shrug, grinning before pulling her into a teasing kiss. “Now—and I appreciate the irony of me saying this but—focus.”
Watching her closely, I gently drag the plug down again, her reaction telling me when I’ve found the spot.
“Oh!” She pitches forward a bit, resting her forehead against mine.
