Page 59 of Tethered to the World
She swallowed hard at his question, her curiosity getting the best of her. “Yes.”
The last thing she expected him to do was take their joined hands and place them high on her thigh.
“Whatever you do, don’t let go,” he whispered.
Then he slowly dragged their hands up the inside of her leg, then back down, higher and higher with each pass until she was squirming in anticipation. Her breathing became ragged as he gently ran their hands up to the juncture of her thighs, and she couldn’t stop the groan that tore from her chest.
It only lasted a second before he retreated again and she groaned for a different reason.
“See,” he swallowed hard. “It’s a pleasurable pain.”
Not wanting the lesson to end, she placed their clasped hands back on his leg. “Show me.”
It was a demand.
The car swerved wildly before he gained control. “Fuck, babe, are you trying to kill both of us?”
Instead of answering, she ran their joined hands up the inside of his thigh like he had done with her, and it was his turn to groan.
“Wait.” He smashed her hand tight against his thigh, his breathing rough. “I want to touch you.”
“Too bad you’re driving.” Annora smiled up at him as she snuggled closer, digging her nails into his thigh until he hissed and loosened his hold. “And I have free hands to explore you.”
“Fuck.” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing painfully, the steering wheel creaking again as he tightened his hold.
When she once again moved her hand up his leg, he exhaled in a shaky rush, and he crushed her hand under his. Just when she thought he would pull her away, he placed her hand directly over his erection, curling their fingers over him, showing her what he liked until he was arching up under their combined touch.
“Stop.” He was breathing like he’d just ran five miles. “We have to stop.”
“Why?”
He gave a strangled laugh. “I want to show you pleasure.”
She leaned forward, then ran her lips up the side of his neck. He hissed in a breath, his body twitching under hers. Thrilled at his reaction, she tipped her head back to whisper in his ear, “But I’m already enjoying myself.”
His hips flexed as she said it, and she’d swear his erection throbbed under her touch.
“Fuck, babe, you’re going to kill me at this rate.” His eyes were wild as he scanned the road, refusing to look at her. Then he slipped his hand free of hers, placing her fingers in the crook of his elbow, and undid his pants. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Then his erection was free.
“My shirt.”
Annora reached between them with her free hand, then yanked the shirt free.
He grabbed it, placing it across his stomach, fussing with it. “You don’t have to do this.”
In response, she captured his hand again, threading their fingers together, then placed their joined hands over his erection.
He sucked in a startled breath, his hold tightening on hers, his hips arching, his erection jumping under her palm. “Shit. Shitshitshitshit. Shit.”
She tightened her hold, liking the way he surrendered to her, fascinated by the combination of smooth, heated skin wrapped over iron. “Show me.”
After a second of hesitation, his fingers tighter around hers, then he began to move their linked hands over himself. He tightened his grip at the base, then ran their fingers up and over the tip.
Then again.
And again.
