“God, Owen,” she chokes out. “Your mouth.”
“You like it?”
She nods, her eyes drunk with lust.
“It’s so dirty,” she adds.
“Oh,” I chuckle deviously, “you have no idea, baby.”
“You’re going to kill me,” she replies, her voice a needy moan.
“Not if you don’t kill me first.”
My fingers continue their pursuit, grazing over the top of her panties and stopping right before I reach her slit.
Shit.
I’m seconds away from touching Meadow in a place I’ve only imagined in my dreams. My fingers physically ache to feel how wet she is for me.
But because she’s Meadow Riley—my closest friend, I have to make sure I don’t fuck this up. Once we cross this hard line, there’s absolutely no going back.
I need to know for certain that she wants this. I need to hear her say it one more time.
“Meadow,” I start, my voice rough.
“Yeah?” she pants.
“If you don’t stop me,” I breathe against her neck, “I’m going to touch your pussy. And I’m not just going to touch it. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you beg me to come. Do you understand?”
Say yes.
Please, for the love of God, say yes.
“Yes,” she nods frantically. “I understand. Touch me,please.”
Fuckkk.
Hearing Meadow beg snaps the last bit of my control. That fucking does it.
Instead of returning my lips to her neck, I watch intently as my hand disappears beneath the hem of her shorts. All the blood in my body rushes straight to my dick as I cup her entire pussy in my palm and feel how soaked she is for me, even through her panties.
Holy fuck.
Using two fingers, I slowly rub up and down her slit, coating the tips with her wetness spreading along the satin fabric. It takes me no time to find her clit, swollen and tender, pleading for my touch.
“Owen,” she mumbles as I swirl my fingers in lazy circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She turns her head and arches her neck, eager to get her mouth on mine. But I haven’t kissed her lips yet for a very specific reason.
I’ve always thought that kissing is one of the most intimate parts of sex. You can have sex in a hundred different positions, but without kissing, that emotional element is missing.
I want to kiss her. I’mgoingto kiss her. But this is my way of slowly edging her. Right before she lets go, I’ll slam my mouth to hers—the final push that’ll send her over the edge.
“Kiss me, Owen,” she pleads, nudging the tip of her nose against mine.
I shake my head.
“Not yet,” I grit out, still rubbing her clit. “I want to watch.”
