I look up at him in surprise. “Did you just purr?”
It stops. “Guess so. I’ve never been able to do that before.”
“Do it again.”
His face scrunches up into an expression of concentration and there’s a pause. But after a few seconds the sound starts up again and I grin. I feel so much better. All light inside and floaty.
I relax into his arms.
His scent surrounds me. The honey sweetness has grown stronger, and I press my nose against the place where there’s a gap between the buttons of his shirt to get more of it.
He stiffens, his arms tightening around me.
I’m too lost to my need for his scent to stop, though. My fingers push through the gaps between buttons to sink into the rough hair on his chest.
He stops purring and lets out a deep groan.
I can’t help it. My body reacts to the deep masculine sound, clit throbbing wildly. To my embarrassment a flood of moisture gathers between my legs before I can stop it.
It’s like I’m watching myself through a hazy lens. I’m aware of what I’m doing, but I have no control.
I sling my leg over one of his and grind myself against his thigh, gritting my teeth at the riot of sensation it sends through my body. It’s so good, I have to do it again. Soon my hips are moving in a restless rhythm and I’m clinging to him with fistfuls of his shirt.
“I’m sorry. You should stop me.” I sure as hell can’t stop myself.
He doesn’t stop me, though. Instead his hand slides down my back and cups my ass, and he lets out an unsteady breath. “It’s OK. Take it. Use me.”
I could cry with relief at the invitation. I grind harder, trying not to think about the wet patch I’m leaving on my clothing and his. I’m too far gone.
The pressure on my clit builds as I press harder against him. It’s so good, but at the same time I need more. I need to feel my naked skin against his. His heat, his warmth.
I wrap my leg further over his body, changing my angle, trying to get more sensation to where I need it, and then I freeze. As I shift position, my knee rubs up against a very large, very thick bulge in his trousers.
He lets out an incoherent noise.
I bite my lip, impossibly tempted. My fingers tremble as I release one fistful of his shirt and slide my hand down his body, lower and lower until I encounter the firm ridge beneath the fabric.
Neither of us breathes. Neither speaks. I trace the whole outline of the bulge, my mouth watering and the ache in mypussy growing to unbearable levels. “Is this OK?” I whisper, praying he doesn’t say no.
Bas grunts. “See what I mean?”
I really don’t. My hand roams up and down until I’ve explored the whole length of him through his pants. The ache in my pussy is a red-hot heat. Too big? It’s not too big. It’s more like a dream come true. In fact, all I can think about is how fucking right it would feel to have that huge hard cock stuffed deep inside me.
Finally his big hand closes around my wrist and gently stops me. “Ver, you’re killing me.”
“I’m sorry.” My eyes fill with tears I have to blink back. I hate that I’m making him uncomfortable.
“Don’t be sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… I won’t be able to hold back if you keep going.”
“Then don’t!” God, I want to feel him press me into the firm mats we laid down underneath the bedding. To grind me into the mat and steal my breath with how deep he fits inside.
He groans again, and his fingers flex around my hand. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Can’t we just try it? Please? I’m on birth control. It will be fine.”
“Ver, you know I’d do anything to help here, but…”
“But?”
