“Here?” I massaged my thumbs into her lower back, rubbing up against the vertebrae in small circles. The rounded swell of her behind made me weak. I avoided looking at it directly, but it was no use. A small sigh escaped me.
“That feels so good, Armin.” Did she know the effect she had on me? “Can you go lower?”
“Here?” I kneaded her ass, circling my thumb gently around her banged-up hip on the one side. God, how I wanted this ass, to caress it and smack it and hold those cheeks in both my hands, her legs wrapped around me, her mouth locked on mine the way she’d reached for me in the grip of her fever dream, and—
“Ooh,” she said.
I’d been so lost in my fantasy that I’d kneaded lower still, and my thumb slipped inside her soft pubic curls, landinginside her.
She was so wet.
I jerked back and knocked the cream off the bed. It rolled away from me and hit the wall. “I-I’m sorry,” I said, aghast. “I wasn’t paying attention, and I—”
“Don’t be sorry,” she said, her voice even. “Don’t stop.”
“What?”
“Keep going. As you were.”
She lifted herself up on her elbows and looked back at me over her shoulder. The look in her eyes said she was telling, not asking.
Now I was fighting my shameandI was fighting not to tear off my clothes and take her there on the bed.
How did you know where to find me?
How do the worker bees know where to find their queen?
But that’s not what she’d asked.Toldme to do.
I sucked on my thumb and slid it inside the wettest and warmest part of her, and I sought out her clit. She arched her back when I found it, thrusting that juicy ass up in the air.
My mouth watered.
I thumbed her clit in small circles, slow at first, and then speeding up. Mia’s hips tilted, a slight but perceptible gyration, and I mirrored her, imagining my cock inside her, thrusting gently, rubbing myself against the fabric of my boxers—a wetness spread there, too, at the tip of my shaft.
“Ohhhh,” she shuddered, her legs quivering, her pelvis rocking back and forth on its axis.
She grabbed onto the pillow, clutching it tight in both hands. I slid two fingers into her, arching them down towards the mattress, seeking the curvature that would make her cry out.
“Faster,” she said.
I increased the vibrato of my thumb and hovered it over the part of her clit that made her squirm the most. “Oh,” she said. “Oh God, Armin, please…there, right there,yes—”
She panted, and I matched her unconsciously, breathing hard, the juices slicking down my hand, the smell of sex all around us.
Her body grew still, her movements focused, her energy coiling up inside itself: nearly there. I pulled out all the way andthen slid my two fingers home, as far as they would go, over and over again, to push her over the edge.
She clenched around me and screamed and writhed on the bed, the orgasm taking her hard.
I committed her motions to memory. If she never let me touch her again in this life, I’d at least have that image to carry with me for the rest of my days.
I pulled my hands out of her and smelled them, and licked my fingers clean. She tasted delicious. I wished I’d taken her with my tongue.
Next time. If she’d allow me a next time.
She pumped her hips, slowing, working her way down from the high. I reached out and caressed her ass, so luscious I couldn’t help myself. I bent over her and rubbed the stubble of my beard across the soft skin of her plump cheek, nuzzling it, and gave it a kiss, dragging my lips across it to prolong the contact.
Her breaths slowed, and she rolled onto her side.
