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But I respect her boundaries. Maybe it’s not something that normally feels good for her; I get that.
Gently, mouth still coaxing hers, I peel down her shorts. She kicks them off, and I ease her thighs apart, sinking between them.
It’s been a very long time since I found a warmth so comforting as her bare skin. I’ve always been a winter kind of man, from the north of Wyoming, currently living on the cold coast of Maine. I work out of Nashville, but my main home is pretty far out. When I’m not needed in person, I take my calls standing in my empty mansion, hung up on the side of a coastal hill, watching the cold rain lash down. It’s more my style, reminds me of growing up.
Between her thighs, I’m burning up in a whole new way.
“You like your pussy played with?” I murmur, breaking away to kiss down her neck.
“Yes, please,” she pants.
“Fingers okay?”
She nods, panting. I slide my fingers over the little mound and down to where she opens, soft and soaked and wanting. She gives the prettiest eye-roll I’ve ever seen. I want to make her do that again and again.
“Inside?” I ask.
“One at a time,” she moans.
Honestly, I wasn’t expecting her to be this wet. It makes things a lot easier. Touching her clit, I circle it, but stay off the most sensitive part. That, she can wait for. I like the idea of edging her, teasing her. There’s something about this girl that makes me want to push her buttons. That’s not normal for me. Usually I’m Mr. Serious—getting the job done, quick and professional, is my forte. Instead, I kind of want to poke, push, and pull. See what sets her off like a firework. I have a feeling there’s a little hair trigger on that temper. I’ve got a need to pull it.
Her lids flutter, turning her head to the side. I brush her throat with my lips.
“One at a time,” I breathe, sliding my middle finger in.
Her thighs twitch, sinking wider. I am brainless and horny the second her tight little pussy wraps around my finger and clamps down. I actually don’t give a fuck if I implode my life right now. I’ve slept around quite a bit in the past, but nothing has ever felt like the high of making Serena’s toes curl. It’s better than the couple times I thought I would do a line, but without all the side effects.
“You got real fucking big hands,” she says, hips jerking.
I flip my hand, finding her sweet spot.
“Thanks,” I say, enthralled. “You like this?” I stroke across the front wall of her pussy, to the little place that makes her whimper. “Or that?” up, flicking it.
“Oh fuck, that one,” she yelps.
“Hush,” I remind her, placing a hand over her mouth. “You want to get in trouble?”
She blinks, then shakes her head.
“Good girl, you be quiet now.” My finger keeps on going, and my thumb slides up to find her clit. I’m dying to get my mouth down there, but I respect that she doesn’t want it. At least not the first time.
She doesn’t stay quiet. I finger-fuck her, and she whines against my palm, spine rising off the bed. It doesn’t take all that long for her eyes to glaze and a pink flush to stain her cheeks. Her pussy tightens, clamping down. I couldn’t fit more than a finger in there right now. How I’m gonna fit my dick in is a problem for after she comes. I pull my hand back from her mouth and brace it beside her head and keep fucking, my thumb rolling over her swollen clit. Wetness drips down my fingers, to my knuckles. I’m sweating down the back of my neck.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I grit out. “Let it out, all over my hand.”
She locks, mouth open and silent. Then she shakes in waves. Her pussy pumps in short bursts. Her pleasure rolls in wave after wave until it slows. We’re both quiet. She peels her eyes open, breasts heaving. I ease my finger from inside, and it’s in my mouth before I know what I’m doing.
Her gaze widens. My dick throbs at the sweet, faintly tart taste on my tongue.
“Please,” she breathes.
She doesn’t have to ask again. I climb over her and unzip my pants, but before I get any further, I realize I can’t just go in.
“What?” she asks.
“No condom.”
“I have some. In the top drawer of the dresser.”
