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He rubbed his palm against her, adding pressure and teasing his fingers over her center.
“Blake.” Her breathy whisper caressed his lips. “Please.”
Knowing what she needed, he slipped a finger beneath the fabric and pushed into her slick warmth. The feel of her and the sexy gasp of pleasure she made ripped a groan from him.
“Have you done this before?” He moved his finger slowly in and out of her.
She didn’t answer but gave a small nod.
The brief stab of jealousy surprised him, but it shouldn’t have. It was becoming a common emotion when he thought of other men touching Kristen.
“You ever come like this?”
“No,” she whispered.
“He must’ve been doing it wrong.” He flicked his thumb over her clit, and she bucked against him.
Oh yeah. She was responsive as all hell. Whoever had touched her before had probably been thinking about his own pleasure, not hers.
He rubbed that sensitive nub and shifted his body so he could kiss her again. Her response wasn’t as fevered but more distracted. The way her hips rose against him, he could tell all her focus fell on the pleasure of where he touched her.
He nipped at her bottom lip. “What about having someone go down on you? Have you ever come from that?”
She didn’t answer right away, and he lifted his head to glance down at her. Her cheeks had gone pink, and a hint of shyness glimmered in her eyes. He suspected it was partly from the down-and-dirty talk.
“No, I’ve never tried any of the, um, oral stuff. Performing or receiving.”
“Really?” God, he couldn’t wait to show her what she’d been missing.
Her gaze, which had been clouded with pleasure, grew clearer. Alert. “Blake, don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t know if I can even come with a guy. I’ve only orgasmed when…um, you know, I’m alone.”
Oh, she could come with a guy. And he was excited as hell to be the first one to prove it to her.
He wasn’t cocky enough to say that aloud, though, and instead murmured, “Just let yourself relax and get into the moment. We’ll see what happens.”
*
Relax?
It seemed so much easier said than done. Though the more he touched her, the more relaxed she got. Or maybe that was the wrong word. Mindless.
The ability to think became impossible.
Thankfully, she didn’t have to when a moment later he flicked a talented finger over her clit again and sent sparkles of pleasure through her.
She bit her lip and let out a soft sigh, lowering her lashes and gaze to watch him touch her.
His large, tan hand moved beneath her panties, hiding the sight of his fingers touching her from her eyes but making it somehow more sensual.
When he rubbed her clit again, an ache built low in her belly. She moved against his hand, wanting more. Needing him to touch her deeper again.
He must’ve known because he flicked one last time before sliding his finger lower and pressing it inside her again.
Her body clenched around the intimate touch, and she let out a shuddering breath.
When he added a second finger, the pleasure mixed with a slight pressure that made her stiffen slightly.
He immediately withdrew his hand from her panties, and she couldn’t stop the cry of protest.
