Page 22 of Unbound

She shakes her head.

“Do you want me to show you?”

She starts breathing harder, and for a minute, I think I said the wrong thing. But finally, she nods.

“Lie back.” My voice has grown deeper.

She does what she was told, and I struggle not to groan with approval.

“Good girl,” I whisper.

She’s at a forty-five-degree angle right now, her back supported by a throw pillow on the sofa. I move down to the floor, getting on my knees. I move between her thighs, gently spreading them. She inhales sharply.

“Are you okay with me touching you to show you how you can do it to yourself?”

She nods, her breath coming in slow, deep pulls through her open lips. I push her shirt up to her waistline. I grab her hand, moving her fingers to the space between her legs.

“You’ll have to tell me when it feels good and if you want more or less pressure. Sex is all about communication and openness. This is your clit.” I use her index finger to put pressure where I think it is.

She doesn’t react, and it’s hard for me to tell exactly where it is, using her fingers. So, I slowly slide mine down to touch her and swirl it in a circle, looking for the right spot. As soon as I hit it, she gasps, her hips bucking. I use my other hand to hold her index finger next to mine. Once I feel the ridge between her pussy lips, I slide both our fingers over the bump in steady, controlled movements.

“Right there,” I pant.

She moans, dropping her head back, “Oh, Sterling, that feels …”

“That’s your clit, Sunshine. If I keep this up, you’ll eventually reach a climax. You can do this to yourself in my bed. If you do it on your bare skin, you’ll feel yourself getting wet, and you can use that to slide your fingers over yourself even easier.”

She doesn’t seem to want me to stop, so I don’t. My dick is hard as a rock, but this isn’t about me. This is about Eden having her first orgasm. And fuck if I don’t want to be the man to give it to her.

She’s still letting me use her finger, along with mine. I increase the pressure and the speed. Her legs start shaking, and her other hand is gripping the pillow beside her.

“Let it happen, baby. That’s it.”

She gasps, clenching her thighs together and thrusting her hips up. I keep my hold on her, releasing her hand to spread her thighs out.

“Almost there. Focus on the feeling and my voice. You’re doing so good, baby girl.”

She opens her eyes, the bright green orbs lasered on my face. It only takes a few more swipes of my finger for her to detonate under me. She’s so incredibly responsive. Her eyes roll back in her head as the orgasm rushes over her body. I can smell the sweet scent of her arousal, and it makes my mouth water. I finally pull my finger away, sitting back against my heels as I watch her recover.

She opens her eyes, panting for oxygen. A pink rash has spread up her neck and chest. Her eyes dip down to see the clear bulge in my pants.

“Do you feel any better?”

She slowly nods, swallowing over the lump in her throat.

“Thank you for … teaching me how to do that.”

I nod, rising to a stand. “Anytime. I need to take a shower.”

“Why?”

Her gaze latches on to my crotch as I stand. I’ve never had such a painful hard-on in my life.

“Uh, the same reason you needed that.”

She licks her lips. “Did you … enjoy it?”

I point at the tent in my pants. “This right here should answer that question. Yes, I very much enjoyed touching you.”