Page 137 of Reckless
My head falls back, hands to his dark hair. I moan.
“Use your words, Winter. Which one?”
“I don’t know,” I repeat breathlessly, turning into a puddle for this man. I can feel myself leaking even though he’s barely touched me.
“Okay then, you can show me how you do it to yourself, and we’ll figure out what you really like together.”
My head snaps down. “What?”
But he’s already standing, pushing me back against the bed. The back of my knees hit the edge, and I fall onto my back. He peels the panties from my body and glides his palms up the insides of my thighs to spread me.
His hands grip the top of my socks as he stares at my core, eyes alight.
“What about the socks?” I ask stupidly.
“Leave the socks. I like the socks. Now touch yourself. Show me how you do it.” He pushes me farther up the bed until he’s peering down over my splayed body.
“Fuck,” I mutter, taking one shaking hand and running it over myself. I’m already wet, when I’m usually not.
He says nothing, just presses my thighs open and watches my pointer finger trail through my inner lips. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to think how I must look to him.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” His voice is harsh now, rough.
I add my middle finger, rubbing absently, but it’s his hands I want. Not my own.
My own are nervous and uninspired. His are rough and adept.
“Is this really how you touch yourself?”
I open my eyes to meet his. “I... I mean, yeah? I don’t do it a lot. I’m busy and it never really seems like a great use of my time. And it just never...does it for me.”
He groans and drops to his knees. “You feeling good is the best use of my time. Push a finger in. Let’s see it.”
I moan and do as he says, curling my finger into myself. Just knowing he’s watching makes it different—better somehow.
I’m slick and all I do is pull more wetness out with every slow thrust.
“How is that?”
My nipples ache, and I can barely breathe, but it’s...“Not enough,” I murmur, honestly.
One hand moves off my thigh and he leans down slightly, still towering above me.
I suck in a breath when I feel his finger join mine. “Okay, let’s try together.”
I don’t even bother trying to talk. There’s no point. All my words disappear when his thick finger slides in beneath mine. Our hands bump as he works me.
After a few gentle thrusts, he adds a second finger. My back arches off the bed in a silent plea for more.
I want more, more,more.
“Better? Is that closer to being enough?”
“Yes.”
He groans when I clench around us.
“Use that free hand. Let’s see you play with your tits while I play with your pussy.”
