Page 65 of Lucky Haven

“There you go, that’s it.” He nips at the curve of my ear. “Push your ass against my cock. Take whatever feels good.”

I’m shocked to realize I’m grinding back against him as he fondles my breasts.

“I want to slide my fingers into your panties next. Would you let me touch you like that? I’ll be so gentle. It’ll feel good.”

I would let him do anything he wants. I moan and drop my head again, muffling my reaction in the pillow.

He rolls to his side, pulling me with him, plastering my back to his front. My body feels pulled taut as he squeezes my breasts and teases his fingertips up and down my midsection before slowly stopping just above the elastic waistband of my underwear.

“Tell me to stop, any time, and I will, no questions asked.” He swallows hard. “If something feels off-limits, just say the word. Any word. No is okay. Stop is okay. I dunno is okay. I might even pause if you say umm in a worried voice. But if you want me to keep going, just say those words, all right? Yes is hot. More is sexy. Oh Cash, my King is really clear⁠—”

I twist and kiss him hard on the mouth.

He tongues me back, following my lead and shifting to a new gear. Hot, sexy kisses. He holds my face just so and gives and takes until we’re both making noises we need to swallow, and then he wrestles me back in front of him and growls in my ear, “Hold still so I can play with your virgin pussy.”

I gasp and go still.

All of my senses are on overload as he works his fingers under the waistband and down into my private curls.

He immediately growls again, possessively now, leaving no doubt how much he likes touching me where nobody else has. “Spread your pretty legs for me.”

I lift my top leg and he scoops it with his thigh, effortlessly arranging me so I’m stretched open for his fingers to slide down to my lower lips.

His touch there is so, so different than my own.

I never stroke myself like this, like exploration and discovery is pleasure itself. So I didn’t know it could feel that good to be petted like this, for fingers to be so close to all the really sensitive bits but not yet touching them.

He takes his sweet time, tracing and teasing, until I start rocking my hips and then he proves that he knows exactly where to touch me as he parts my sex and dips his touch into my arousal, slick and hot, pulling it up to my clit.

I shoot off the bed like a rocket, having to slap my hand over my mouth because the pillow is no longer right in front of me.

My goodness.

“Responsive little clit, hmm?” He kisses my shoulders as I tremble my way back to earth, flopping beside him. “Love that. Love how you feel on my fingers. You might wake up with my hand in your panties now that I know how good you feel.”

“It’s different when you touch me.”

“Yeah? That’s fucking hot.” He circles my clit again, and this time I hold still for him, letting the pleasure build, riding his hand.

He covers my mouth with his, kissing me as he stokes the fire between my legs. And as we make out, he starts groaning, his reactions matching the ones stacking inside me, incredible, wild, beautiful feelings that can’t be wrong.

If this is what it is to lay with another, I hate that I grew up thinking this is wrong.

This is incredible.

This is everything.

Cash’s hand is big between my legs, but his touch is confident, too. He knows what he’s doing to me, and he knows where he’s taking me. When I realize that my orgasm is right there, bearing down on me, he doesn’t seem surprised at all. He urges me on, his touch getting just a little firmer, a little faster.

Perfect in every way, and I go off, sobbing into his mouth.

He swallows every cry.

He strokes me through every wave of pleasure.

And when my thighs clamp down around his hand, he grinds his erection against my bottom from behind. He feels so hard, so big, I want to get my hands on him.

I try to reach behind me, get my hand between us, and he groans and buries his face in my hair.