Page 91 of Good Directions

“Nope,” he replies, running a hand up the inside of my thigh, underneath the towel. My breath hitches as he closes in on my pussy, the anticipation of his touch growing by the millimeter. “Just hadn’t gotten to that part yet.”

His hand stops, right at the apex of my thigh, brushing against my wetness ever so lightly. Just enough to tease. More than enough to drive me crazy.

“Because I absolutely imagined fucking her,” he continues, his voice deep and husky. “Burying my cock in her, making her want to cry out, even though she can’t, because then we might get caught.”

Anton wiggles his fingers, toying with me. I gasp, my knees wobbling from the sensation. A borderline evil chuckle ripples over his lips, his fingers moving again, this time fluttering over my clit. I squeak, unable to control myself.

“Shhh, Sawyer, we don’t want to get caught,” he taunts, slipping a finger inside me. I moan, my knees fully giving out this time, so my body relies on Anton’s hold of my hips to keep me upright. “Shhhhh, Sawyer…be a good girl now…”

Oh, fuck me…

“Anton…”

He doesn’t answer, at least not verbally. Instead, he moves his thumb to my clit and slips a second finger inside me, leisurely finding the perfect rhythm for his attention. I throw my head back, grasping onto his shoulders, giving in to him. To everything he’s making me feel. Yet, somehow it’s not enough.

Letting go of him for a second, I undo my towel, letting it drop.

“Fuuuuuuck…” he growls.

“Now that you got a naked girl in your bedroom, is it everything you hoped for?” I ask, all breathy and wanton.

“Better than anything I’ve ever imagined…”

In a flash, Anton yanks me into him, rolling us onto the bed so I’m on my back, and he’s over me, kissing his way down my body. Hot, wet, open-mouth kisses brand my skin as he moves south, stopping to lave my breasts, paying special attention to all the sweet spots he’s learned over the last few weeks. I’m on fire, ready to combust, each new touch fanning the flames even more.

Then he throws gasoline at the inferno.

His tongue finds my clit like an arrow to a bullseye, and it’s a wonder that I don’t let out a scream. Instant pleasure rolls through me, sending me soaring. Fireworks explode from every angle, taking over my vision, my limbs going numb. Anton doesn’t let up though, seeing me through my entire orgasm and then some.

And it’s still not enough.

I need more.

I need him.

Reaching down, I claw at his shoulders, trying to get a hold on him, but my fingers work against me, the cotton of his T-shirt somehow just out of my grasp. Anton laughs, placing a kiss on the inside of each thigh, looking up at me, his eyes sparkling and full of mischief.

“Need something, beautiful?”

“You,” I demand. “Now.”

“Oh?”

A devilish smile takes over, his smooth transition from between my thighs to sitting back on his haunches and reaching behind his head to remove his tee hypnotizing me. His farmer’s tan on full display, he looks just as sexy as he did that first day I saw him at the roadside stand. No, I take that back. He’s sexier now. Because I know him. The real him.

“Yes.”

“What if I’m not done with you yet?”

“You are.”

“I dunno,” he teases. “Naked girl in my room, there’s still so much playing to do…”

Too fucking bad…

Well, sir, two can play this game. Because I have been paying attention, and I happen to have a trick up my sleeve too.

“Anton Wright Hayes,” I say, putting on my bossy tone. “Get over here and fuck me, right now.”