Page 60 of Your Two Lips
Something broke. I scooped her up in my arms. “You’re in charge. You decide. What do you need, baby?”
“I need you to make me come.” I did as I was told. Twice.
I woke with a start.The moon shining through the skylight cast the soft grays of her bedroom in silver. She nestled against me, her back to my front, with her arm resting on mine wrapped across her sweet breasts. My dick thickened, and I pushed my hips closer to her heat as she stirred and met my thrust with one of her own.
Her voice was soft and sleepy. “It’s my turn to ask. What do you need, Mr. Big Man?” Mr. Big Man?
“Well, first, let me say I like that nickname. Second, I need you to refer to me only by my nickname going forward.”
She giggled and rolled to face me. “And I gave you that nickname before I ever laid eyes on this monster.” She stroked my length with lazy slides. I was feeling anything but lazy now.
“When did you give me that nickname?”
“That first night at The Boathouse. When you were walking toward me. I watched you and wondered what it would feel like to have all of you stretched out on top of me, moving inside me.”
What? “Emily, fuck.” I scrubbed a hand across my face. “I assumed you were another beautiful tourist looking for fun, but God, I wanted you. Your nipples poking the lace of your shirt didn’t help either. Lost sleep that night imagining you six different ways.”
“Well, you have me now ….”
“Yes, I do.” I ran my finger down her neck and cleavage, pulling the sheet with it. Her eyes looked to the side.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Nothing. I like my small boobs, but you may prefer something bigger.”
I cupped a hand around one, my thumb teasing the nipple. “Your body is perfect. I like your boobs exactly as they are. They fit in my hand and my mouth, and you likely won’t suffocate me when you’re on top.”
“Finn!” She smacked my arm, but she was laughing.
“Get your vibe.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I asked you to. Because I want to watch you make yourself feel good.”
She paused, then a blush crept up her neck as she reached to her bedside table. I was transfixed by her body as she shoved off the blanket, settled back against the pillows, smiling hesitantly. She clicked the button to turn on the buzzing vibrations and lowered her hand between her legs. This one had what looked like a small suction cup on the end, and she rested it on her clit before amping up the intensity. Her eyes closed, and she skimmed her fingertips across her hard nipples.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” I gripped my shaft and squeezed the ache.
“Shh, I’m concentrating.”
“You’re also fucking hot.” Her breath increased as she arched into her own touch. Watching her, I leisurely stroked myself, not wanting to go too far too fast.
Her brows furrowed, and she bent her legs, finding purchase to grind her hips. She still caressed her breast as her pulse beat fast and steady behind the thin-skinned hollow of her throat. She was beautiful and sexy everywhere. And she was mine.
Then, there was the incredible sight of her giving herself over to pleasure as she came with a moan and my name on her lush lips. Holy shit.
Her breath slowed, and she smoothed her fingers lightly near her opening, coming down from the high. I raised those slick fingers to my mouth and sucked. Her eyes opened with a grin.
“That was so hot I nearly came just watching you. You are a badass with that thing. Is there anything you can’t do?”
“Resist you. I can’t resist you.”
Thank God. I laid back and pulled her over me. Holding her with one arm, I reached for the condom on the nightstand.
“Finn, wait.” I froze. She pushed up to straddle my hips. “I’m protected from pregnancy, and I haven’t been with anyone else in more than a year. When I found out about … the others, I got tested.” Her eyes locked with mine.
“Me too. I haven’t been with anyone in a year, and I’ve had a physical since then. I’m good if you are.”
