Page 108 of When In Doubt

I lift her up just enough to slide a thigh between her legs, hoping that’ll give her better purchase.

“Try that.”

She starts slow, but soon enough she’s riding my thigh, chasing the pleasure that I can see in every line of her body. She rests her forehead on my shoulder as she moves, and moves, and moves.

Each brush of her leg against my erection has zaps of sensation licking up my spine, and it’s a battle to keep still, to not thrust upward. Her hot breaths come in puffs against my chest, faster and faster as she finds what she’s looking for. I cuff the back of her neck, rubbing my thumb in soft circles under her ear.

“Oscar?” My name comes out like a question, like she’s looking for me.

I’m right here, honey.

It’s just her and me.

“It’s okay,” I breathe. I have to squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t embarrass myself—the sight of her like this, flushed and sweaty and writhing, is almost too much. “I’m here, I’ve got you. You’re doing so well.”

She frowns, focused.

It might be the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Watching her like this, it’s almost unbearable.

“You got it, baby.” I’m half growling into her ear. “You’re right there, just take it.”

She rocks hard once, twice, and then she shatters. Her head falls back on a soft sigh, her eyes squeezed shut as the flush on her cheeks spreads all the way down to her chest. I wish she was looking at me, but this moment is for her.

When she finally surfaces from whatever depths she’s been swimming in, it takes a minute for her eyes to land on me, and when they do, they look glassy, a little embarrassed.

Fuck that.

“Hey,” I say gently. “What’s going on?”

She shrugs, looking a bit lost. “I don’t know, that was a lot.”

I grin. “It was fucking incredible.”

“I think I ruined your jeans.”

I look down to where she’s propped, and, yeah, there’s a tiny wet patch. I have to shake away the ideas I should not be having, of balling the fabric in my fist and inhaling it like an animal. “I don’t care. I’ll fucking frame them, hang them on my wall.”

That just makes her blush harder, her cheeks like ripe apples that I want to bite down on.

I pull her into me, tucking her head underneath my chin as I wrap her in a hug. She molds into my embrace as she slowly steadies her breathing.

“You did so good, honey,” I murmur into her hair. “You’re so perfect, so beautiful, so strong.”

I keep speaking sweet nothings at her as she comes down, running rhythmic strokes along her spine. She stirs after a few minutes, lifting herself up and bracing her hands on my chest. She studies a button near my throat, her fingers toying with it as she says the words that nearly finish me off.

“Can we keep going?”

Chapter Thirty-Five

FREYA

“Can we keep going?” I whisper it, not able to voice the words.

Oscar’s breath stalls at the same time his hand freezes. I look up at him, worried I’ve said the wrong thing, but in his eyes I can see that it's the opposite.

“Are you sure?” His touch glances across my cheeks as he watches me carefully, examining every detail.

“Yes?”