“Oh shit. My bad.” She laughed.
“It’s okay. Keep going.”
She slid her hand lower, over his cloth-clad penis, which was starting to fill with arousal. “Let’s see. I like being fingered. I like dirty talk, hearing it, saying it.”
“So if I told you I’ve been thinking about eating your pussy all day long, in every room of my house, out by the pool, on the kitchen counter. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” Lily-Grace breathed, her hand stilling over his hardening erection. “I’d like that a lot.”
Her breath hitched again as he rolled her onto her back. His hand slid down between her legs and even in the dim light she could see the intense look spread across his brow when the side of his finger brushed against her bare slit. “Show me what else you like.”
Lily-Grace took hold of his wrist and spread her legs apart a little farther.
Chapter 15
“This can be lesson number two,” Lily-Grace said as she slowly guided Jesse’s fingers over the part in her soaking lips.
“Have you been this wet all night?”
“Yes. Right there.” She led his fingertips over her swollen clit. He gently stroked over it, once and then twice as she arched against his hand. “Sometimes that’s enough and sometimes ... sometimes I like it harder, but right now, that’s perfect.”
He learned very quickly, exploring with a tentative touch. Lily-Grace knew she would come if he kept going that way. One of those soft orgasms that put you to sleep with a smile on your lips, but she didn’t want that at the moment. She wanted something a little rougher. She swallowed the thick lust building in her throat and guided his hand lower, pushing the tip of his middle finger into her aching entrance. She let out a pitiful gasp at the fresh sensation. Jesse froze above her, his eyes going wide in the dim blue light.
“Did that hurt?”
Lily-Grace snorted. “No, babe. It feels nice. Like this.” She pushed his finger in deeper, past his second knuckle, squirming against the welcome intrusion. She flexed her hips slowly, up and down for a few moments before he caught on to the rhythm. Another sigh slipped out of her mouth as he pushed in and out of her without her assistance. “Try one and then work up to three.”
Jesse stilled again. “Three? Are you sure? My fingers aren’t small.”
“I’m sure.” She licked her lips and spread her legs even wider. Her eyes sprang open though, as Jesse suddenly pulled his hand away, then tossed the covers back.
“Hey!” She giggled. “It was warm under there.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I just like to see what I’m doing. I want to see you.” He moved back close to her, his hips bumping against her side. Her mouth started to water at the sight of his erection pressing against the pocket of his boxers. Four fingers wouldn’t warm her up for his girth, but she was willing to take on that challenge when the moment was right. The expression on his face was all sorts of clinical, but his touch was warm. Jesse closed his eyes for just a second, but in a purposeful way that Lily-Grace couldn’t ignore, like he was trying to hit a reset button. He opened them again and a calm seemed to come over him. “So let me try this again.”
Jesse’s fingers returned to the perfect spot at the height of her slit again, gently gliding over her clit. She exhaled, trying to keep her eyes open so she could watch. He followed the same path they’d just traveled, touching her in all the right ways. He pushed one finger inside her, only halfway, in and out in the softest rhythm. It felt good, so good, but it wasn’t enough. Before she could ask though, before she started to beg, he added another finger.
“Tell me if this hurts.”
“It doesn’t. Don’t stop, please,” she moaned. “I can handle more.” Jesse didn’t hold back. He gave her exactly what she asked for, pressing three fingers now deep inside her aching, wet pussy. Lily-Grace closed her eyes then, pressing down against the thick invasion of his hand. Deep and slow. The way his fingers moved was perfect, everything was almost perfect, but as she worked her hips against the pressure of his palm, all she could think of was how badly she wanted his lips on her lips. His lips anywhere, really. She wanted him to kiss her. All over her body. Her eyes opened again and a desperate whimper slipped from her mouth when she saw the way Jesse was looking down at his own fingers and what they were doing to her. He was so dedicated, so focused.
She slid her hand up his shoulder and almost laughed at the way his gaze shot up to her face, like he was on high alert for her next bit of feedback. “Kiss me, Jess. Kiss me on my lips and then move down to my neck, but”—she quickly moved her hand over his—“keep this right where it is.”
“I can do that,” he replied, his voice rougher than she’d heard it before. He moved up her body just a bit and softly kissed her on the mouth. She leaned up, pressing closer, wanting this kiss to be more, and he seemed happy to oblige. He kissed her deeper, worked her deeper, until she was gripping his side, writhing against the motion of his hand. After a few blissful moments, he did like she asked, he broke from her lips and made his way down to the sensitive spot in the crook of her neck. Shamelessly, she arched closer, moaning his name as his tongue swirled over her skin.
She felt his erection, hotter and heavier, pressed against her side, and as an orgasm crashed over her, all she could think about was how badly she didn’t want to wait. Jesse eased up on the movement of his fingers, but didn’t completely withdraw as she started to come down. She wasn’t entirely sure it was his first time making a woman come that way. She settled back into the sheets, a ragged sob escaping from her chest. She needed more.
“Tell me what you want,” Jesse said against her ear. Like a complete dumbass, Lily-Grace shook her head no. “Why won’t you tell me?”
“Because,” she gasped. “I’m trying to be a lady.”
“Uh-uh, none of that. I don’t want you to be a lady right now. I want you to tell me.”
Lily-Grace licked her lips and raised her hand to cover her eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Jess. I want you to fuck me.”
She wanted to hold off. They were still getting to know each other. There was no rush, but in the moment her body screamed to be filled by him. His hand was good, his fingers were perfect, but the greedy side of her libido had been activated. More. More was all she wanted. Jesse started moving his hand again then, and Lily-Grace let out another shuddering breath. She opened her eyes and saw the softened expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked sweetly.
