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“Tell me where you want me to touch you then, Grace.”
God, I didn’t think I could actually say the words. Never had I been so bold and brazen, so transparent with my wants and needs. But with Lucian I felt those walls crumbling, the desire to be completely open with him important to me.
So I reached between our bodies and gripped his thick wrist, moving his hand between my thighs, up and under my skirt until his fingers lay right against the sofa fabric of my cotton panties. I heard him take a sharp breath in; then this slow, almost animalistic sound left him.
The sight of his pupils dilating, the black eating up the dark brown color, sent my pulse into overdrive.
As he stared at me, I felt him rub his fingers over my pussy, the panties a poor excuse for a barrier.
“Fuck, you’re so damn wet for me. These little panties are soaked clean through, Grace.”
My lips were parted, and I swore I would pass out from not getting enough oxygen. He leaned in enough that his mouth was so close to mine I doubted a single piece of paper could fit between our lips.
“All I can think about is how you’ll taste.” He added pressure to my clit, and I rose on my toes. When he spoke, his lips gently brushed against mine. “All I can imagine is how you’ll feel climaxing with my dick deep inside of your tight little body.”
God, I thought I could come right now, before he even really touched me.
My hands were now wrapped around his biceps, holding on as if he were my lifeline and if I let go, I’d float away. As he stared into my eyes, he slipped his finger under the edge of my panties, pulled them aside, then touched me fully.
“God,” I whispered on a strangled groan. His finger was thick and big, warm and sliding through my cleft. He never once took his gaze off mine.
He said nothing else as he started sliding a thick finger up and down, gently rubbing the pad of that digit against my clit and making these sounds that had my toes curling and my nails digging into his arms. I couldn’t think straight, let alone breathe for how he made me feel.
His gaze kept darting from my eyes to my lips and then back to my eyes again. I wanted him to kiss me, to plunge his tongue deep inside my body like I wanted him to do between my thighs.
“Spread your legs a little more for me,” he said gruffly.
I parted my legs a little bit, but he wedged his foot between mine, pushing them apart further. I had to brace my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. And then I felt the tip of his finger probing my entrance.
I bit my lip, the pain and sting not even enough to bring me back to the present. I was floating high above and never wanted to touch ground again.
Lucian slowly started to penetrate me with that finger, not very deep, but enough that the unusual sensation, discomfort, and spark of pleasure was almost my undoing.
“So tight. So wet.” He closed his eyes. “So fucking hot.”
A groan left me, and I bit my lip hard enough I tasted the coppery tang of blood on my tongue. I let go of my flesh at the same time he looked down at my mouth.
And then he was smoothing his tongue along the small wound I’d created, pulling a moan from me that was equal parts shock and ecstasy.
I wouldn’t last, couldn’t hold off from going over the edge. I didn’t want to. Wanted to fall over the edge and hit the bottom. I didn’t want to be whole, not where Lucian was concerned.
As he pumped that finger in and out of me, he ran the pad of that digit over the bundle of nerves, working his hand in tandem to get me off. My head was leaning against the wall, my eyes closed. I couldn’t open them, couldn’t look at him even though I wanted to. I wanted to see what he looked like as he got me off.
And then I felt his mouth latch on to my neck, his tongue smoothing over my pulse. The gruff sounds that came from him spurred me on, had me finding my release faster than what I thought possible.
“I need you to come for me, Grace. I want you to get off all over my hand.” His words were harsh. “I want my fingers soaked from your orgasm.”
“Oh. God.” I tried to be quiet, didn’t want anyone to hear us. But it was almost impossible with the way I felt, with the way Lucian made me feel.
“Now, Grace. Come for me now.”
I curled my fingers into my palms, thrust out my chest, and moaned. The pleasure shot through me so intensely it stole my breath, had my heart stopping in my chest, and had my legs shaking. All I could do was ride it out.
And that’s what I did. For long-drawn-out seconds I let myself be consumed by the ecstasy. Never once did Lucian stop touching me. He took me to new heights I’d never imagined myself going to.
As the pleasure started to dim and reality set back in, I realized I was gripping his biceps, my fingers curled around his arms, my nails digging into his flesh. I was panting, the sound so loud it filled the room.
“Look at me, Grace,” Lucian said in that deep, authoritative voice of his.
