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“Lift up your dress, pull aside your panties, and rest your fingers on your pussy, baby.”
Shivering with a needy tension, Saoirse did as she was told, trailing her fingers up her thigh, pulling the yellow silk up to her hips. Sutter’s mouth slid away from hers and he tipped his head down to watch her smooth thighs as they were revealed.
“Look at yourself, darlin’. Look at your pretty legs. Feel how soft your skin is?”
Saoirse nodded, her forehead rubbing against his jaw.
“Tuck your panties to the side. Let me see.”
Fingers trembling, Saoirse bunched the satin and lace into the curve of her inner thigh. A stream of cool air caressed her sex as Sutter blew on her, causing goosebumps to ripple down her thighs.
“Spread your legs for me, Saoirse.” She did, earning a deep groan. “So pretty. All soft and pink for me. Show me how you like to be touched.”
Saoirse tickled her fingertips over her outer lips, tapping and teasing. When the delicious shivers began to pool, she spread her fingers until she could see the pearl of her clit peeking out.
Sutter blew another draft of cool air over her. Her thighs lifted off his, her muscles jumping wildly. He chuckled in her ear. “Did I surprise you there, darlin’?”
She nodded.
“Play with that pretty clit for me. Lemme make it wet for you.”
He spat and Saoirse nearly leaped off his lap in shock when the warm wetness hit her pussy lips. Then she collapsed back against him and rubbed the slickness over her clit. Sutter’s hand slipped down and covered hers, not touching her sex directly, but following the motion of her fingers with his own. He pressed her fingers in a little harder than she would have done herself; electric heat shot up into her belly at the hint of him taking control.
She rubbed her cheek against his. “Please. Please, Daddy.”
“What do you need, darlin’?”
“More pressure like that. It feels so good.”
“Mmm.” The weight of Sutter’s hand on hers increased. Not crushing. Just the right amount of force to have everything squeezing, tightening. “Can you come like this, baby? Can you come for me like this?”
She nodded. She knew about the G-spot and vaginal orgasms but she’d never had them. It was always stimulation to her clit that sent her over the bright edge.
Sutter nibbled on her ear as he followed the fast flicking of her fingers with his. She could feel him hard and ready against her backside, but he didn’t do anything about his arousal, staying focused on her pleasure. That thought, the happiness of being the sole focus of his attention, of mattering to him so much in this moment, filled her mind before all thought was whisked away in tremors of pleasure shooting sharply up into her belly and down her legs. She went rigid in his arms, arching up off his lap, before she collapsed back against him.
“That’s my good girl,” Sutter rasped in her ear. His free hand curved around her throat, clasping it lightly, drawing out her orgasm. “Coming so hard and sweet for me. That’s what I love to see. My good Little girl.”
She panted and shook against him. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you, thank you.”
“Oh, darlin’, you’re welcome.” He nuzzled the soft, sensitive skin under her ear. “You’ve made me very happy tonight, Saoirse.”
He cupped his hand over hers, so they were both holding her wet, throbbing sex. Saoirse felt cradled, cared for, in a way she never had before. She turned her head blindly; he gave her the gentle kiss she sought.
Finally, he drew his fingers away.
“Do you feel like going back up to the party? Or do you want to call it a night?”
Saoirse wanted nothing more than a bath and bed, but the idea that she was making Sutter leave his own celebration early—and that he was unsatisfied—doused the afterglow rolling warmly inside her.
“Whatever you want,” she said softly. “Can’t I do anything for you?”
“Mmm, let’s straighten you up and have a little talk about that. Lick your fingers clean, baby, then mine.”
As Saoirse obeyed, he lifted her off his lap and stood her in front of him. He gently straightened her panties and dress, smoothing out the wrinkles from their activities. Pressing a kiss between her breasts, he sat back, smiling up at her.
Once their fingers were clean, he took out a handkerchief and dried both their hands. Then he took her hand in his. Although she was standing and he was sitting, Saoirse had no doubt who was in control. It was in every line of his face, the deep glint in his eyes. Under that dominant stare, she felt small and uncertain, but also seen and heard in a way she hadn’t before.
“My biggest pleasure in scenes is pleasuring my girl,” he told her. “Not thinking about my own satisfaction lets me focus on yours. That might seem strange to you.”
