Page 41 of Somewhere Along The Line
“Please touch me,” I whine, sliding forward on the stool to press myself into his hand. He tightens his grip on my breast, pulling me back against him.
“Here?” He moves his fingers along the front of me, stopping where I’m wet—he can feel it through the layer between us. “Shit,” he says with a groan, and I can feel his hand trembling. He wants this as much as I do.
James brings his hand back to the top of the lace and then slips under, his palm cupping me briefly as he takes a composing breath. He puts his mouth to my ear, and I swear I might die if he doesn’t start moving.
“I want you to focus, Piper, on my thumb moving against you, my fingers parting you and slipping inside, my hand on your tit, my mouth on your neck. I want you to feel every bit of it.”
There’s no time for shock at James’s words because his hand starts moving in rhythm, pulsing right where I need it, making me gasp. He works slowly at first, building momentum to match the rise and fall of my breath. He sucks on my neck between whispers of encouragement, each praise pushing me higher.
That’s it.
You’re perfect, you know that?
I’ve got you.
Shit, Piper, you feel so good.
Go on, come for me.
I break apart as soon as those last words hit my ear, waves of pleasure crashing down as I collapse into him. James sweeps his left arm across my chest to steady me, his right hand drawing out every bit of my orgasm.
We breathe heavily in unison, stuttering inhales and exhales as I come back down. He wraps me up in his arms, keeping me tight to him as he dots kisses along my hairline.
I gasp out a laugh, startling him as I straighten.
“That bad?” He comes around to my front, his eyes glinting brightly as a smile creeps up his cheeks.
“That good.” I chuckle, my face flushed and my hands trembling as he takes them in his, walking backward toward the couch and pulling me off the stool to follow. “I never imagined you’d make me come before I’ve even seen you shirtless.”
It feels like it should be awkward, this acknowledgment that I’ve bared more of myself than he has. However, on second thought, he didn’t hold back from giving me so much of himself just a moment ago.
“Let me fix that.” Slowly, James unbuttons and then peels off his shirt. This man is something else—defined muscles typically tucked away behind starched cotton; brazen sexiness hidden under unassuming sweetness.
I don’t take for granted he’s offered me both sides of himself. As if to prove the point, he draws me onto his lap, taking my face in his hands as he finds my mouth for a kiss that’s equal parts hungry and reverent.
Piper is on topof me, straddling my legs. Her weight provides the pressure I desperately need on my dick, which is acting more eager than I’d like. She kisses me sweetly like she’s still lingering in a post-orgasm haze and doesn’t want to see clearly just yet.
“God, you are so beautiful like this,” I murmur, enjoying everything about this soft and satisfied woman who is mine, at least for tonight.
“Half-naked on your lap?” She giggles, nicking at my collarbone before kissing the spot with a tender brush of her lips.
“Absolutely my favorite version of you to date. Ten out of ten, no notes.” Even in this moment, this potentially awkward moment, we default to being playful.
I take Piper’s chin in my hand and guide her lips to mine, pressing a deep kiss to her mouth. Sinking back into the leather, her body sinks into me. The kiss starts slowly, like she’s searching for something. It’s not tentative, but it’s also not rushed.
She takes my bottom lip between hers as her hands roam freely, first grazing my chest, then weaving through my hair, then wrapping around my neck and gently playing with my ear. It’s like she’s getting to know these pieces of me, and she wants to honor each one.
I tease her lips with my tongue and she opens for me, our tongues finding one another as we deepen the kiss. Tilting her head, I find an angle that works to increase her urgency. Her hips roll across my lap, making me groan.
“What do you want, P?” I pull away for a second, meeting her eyes and enjoying the small pout she puts on at the loss of my lips.
“What do you mean,what do I want?” She presses her mouth to the end of my eyebrow, again to the apple of my cheek. “I should be asking whatyouwant.You’ve done plenty already.”
Piper smirks with appreciation like the fresh memory of her orgasm is a secret she can’t contain. That naughty little grin brands my heart, claiming it for her.
I’m in so much fucking trouble.
“Let me be clear, what happened a few minutes ago—making you come on my fingers while you gasped my name—that was forme. This next round is for you.”
