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Gentle.
He was more like a battering ram I was constantly attempting to escape from.
This encounter couldn’t be more different.
He squeezes the rounded curves one last time before stroking upward to my hips and then around to my thighs. The firm pressure of his hands feels so amazing that I barely notice that he’s inched my skirt upward until I feel the cool air of the room drift over my bare flesh. My eyelids jerk open, and I find myself staring down at his dark head as his attention remains fastened on my exposed center.
His fingers lock around my thighs as if to hold me firmly in place so I can’t escape his gaze. Even though I can’t see it, I feel the intensity of it burning into my flesh. Air gets jammed in my chest until I become lightheaded.
“Mmm, you’re bare.”
He flicks his gaze to mine long enough for me to glimpse the heat that explodes in his eyes before lowering it again. His fingers tighten, biting into the soft flesh as he stretches my lips further apart.
“You’re so fucking pretty. So pink and delicate.”
My mind empties, unable to believe we’re actually having this conversation.
That he’s staring at me like…
Like…
He wants to devour me.
One hand loosens from around my thigh as he reaches out and strokes the tip of one blunt finger along my slit. The shock of his touch feels like a lightning strike.
“So damn soft. Just like silk.”
He continues to caress me from the bottom to the top, circling my clit before retracing his path. He repeats the maneuver over and over until I want to scream in frustration. My belly dips as desire crashes over me, threatening to drag me to the very bottom of the ocean.
So.
Much.
Pleasure.
It feels like I could easily drown in this chaotic mix of sensations.
Happily so.
Just when I don’t think I can take another second of this onslaught, one blunt tip dips inside my heat. A whimper escapesfrom me as he buries himself deep inside my body. Even though it’s only one finger, there’s a slight stretch.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
As my inner muscles contract around him, his thumb settles over my clit, rubbing soft circles that make my eyes roll back in my head. I’m on the verge of splintering apart when he drags his finger from me and the ache growing within becomes even more ferocious. When my inner muscles clench at nothingness, he drives back inside, and a scream builds in my throat.
It’s not a conscious decision to roll my hips, more like an instinct. A need to meet him head on. It doesn’t take long for us to fall into a steady rhythm. My core tightens. I’m desperate to see through this orgasm that’s building and cresting within. I’ve touched myself late at night when I couldn’t fall asleep, but it never felt anything remotely like this. That pleasure was paper-thin in comparison.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” he murmurs, voice deep and low. “Come for me.”
Just as my head lolls back and my mouth opens, a loud buzzing noise shatters the silence of the room and has me jerking to attention. My eyes pop open as the shrill sound fills the air.
The orgasm that had been within reach dissipates into nothingness as a deep ache fills both my lower belly and core. It’s so sharp and painful that it becomes necessary to blink away the tears of frustration that prick my eyes.
When the phone buzzes again, I slip my hand into my wool blazer and wrap my fingers around the slim device before yanking it free and glancing at the screen.
One word flashes across it.
Mom.
