“This place right here”—he circled his fingertip in slow, lazy circles and she gasped—“can give you immense pleasure.”
He breathed in through his teeth and applied more pressure. She bucked into his hand unwittingly, chasing the feeling.
“See how perfect you are?” He opened her legs wider, exposing her completely. “Look how well we fit.” Moving his hand lower, he stroked his finger into her, then back out, only to press in even deeper.
Overcome, she gripped his hair and buried her face in his neck. Sound escaped her without thought. With every shuddering inhale, she begged him for something nameless.
“That’s it, give it to me,” he growled. “Seeing you like this, moaning for me, wanting me…” He increased his pace and pressure. “You’re worth it. Every damnminuteI waited.”
Scorching heat radiated through her, concentrating on one singular point. So intense, she threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut.
“For your first one, I’ll let you close your eyes.” He bit the shell of her ear. “Next time, you’ll watch.”
He buried his finger into the knuckle, curled it in just the right way, and she shattered, crying out her release. Matthew eased his movement, extending her pleasure until she trembled in his arms.
He hummed approvingly. “How was that?”
She gave an unsteady laugh. “I don’t think there are words in any language to describe it.”
His reflection gave her a devilish smirk. “Can you take a little more?”
“You can give me more?”
“When I said hours,I meant it.” He pressed his finger inside her again. “Want to keep playing?”
“Yes.” She rolled her hips into his hand, desire coursing through her again. “Do we have time?”
“Just enough,” he assured her. “Switch places with me.”
She did as he asked, resting her back against the cool headboard. Kneeling before her, he spread her legs wide. He trailed kisses from her lips down her chest and lower. Warm breath ghosted over her center as he carefully lifted both of her legs over his shoulders.
“When you touch yourself, think of this.” He licked her, flicking where his fingers had—but so much better. A sob caught in her throat, and she struggled for air. It was indecent, but soright. His eyes blazed onto hers while he teased her with each swipe of his tongue. Wantonly, she raised her hips, and hegroaned. The sound vibratedperfectlydown to hertoes. She closed her eyes—
And he stopped.
“Matthew,” she whined. “Why?”
“Keep your eyes open,” he breathed between her legs. “You’ll watch me bring you to release”—he ran the tip of his tongue over her—“or I won’t bring you there at all and you’ll have to do it yourself.” He nipped at the inside of her thigh. “Up to you.”
“You call me cruel,” she lamented. “Will you let me touch you now, at least?”
“As much as you like, and as rough as you want.” He lowered his mouth to her. “Pull my hair, dig your fingernails into my skin. I can take it.”
She slid her hands into his hair, scraping her nails along his scalp, delighting in his low moan. He combined his tongue with his finger inside her. Every breath drew her closer to that peak. Her eyes locked fiercely onto his. There was no space for shame between them, and she surrendered to him. Losing control of her senses, she gripped his hair,yielding to wave after wrenching wave of pure ecstasy.
He lifted his head to kiss her mouth, and she tasted herself on his tongue. She held onto him, coaxing him closer, because sheknewthere was more and shewantedit. She reached for his breeches—faster than a gunshot, he backed away and crossed the room.
Cautiously, she moved to step out of the bed.
“Don’t step foot on my floor,” he warned. “Stay where you are.”
“Let me help.” She slid her foot back on the bed and scowled at him. “I want to touch you.”
“If you do, I will bury myself in you—and I won’t be able to stop,” he spoke through his teeth. “This isfine.I’ve taken myself in hand countless times with thisexactfantasy, so give it to me. Show me what you learned.”
Jasmine sat up, mouth agape. “You can’tpossiblywant me to—”
“Touch yourself,” Matthew commanded. “Prove you can do itwithout me.”
