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And he brushes his thumb along the bottom curve of my breast.
Sensation sparks through me, my pussy getting wetter, my thighs clamping together—or trying to, anyway. Because I’m blocked by a narrow waist and strong legs and a man who’s slowly lowering me back onto the countertop.
I lose his mouth, but I gain another hand, this one shoving up my hoodie and T-shirt, exposing me to his heated hazel eyes. The counter is cold as fuck beneath my now naked back, but that flashes through my mind and is gone in the next second. Because he grips the elastic band of my bralette, tugs it up with one sharp movement and—
“Fuck,”he growls as my breasts pop free.
I’m on the thinner side, I’ve always been—first because there wasn’t much food growing up, and then because I got used to being hungry. Now it’s mostly because I’m on my feet all day for work and often forget to eat.
But I have boobs, always have, the pesky things getting in the way when I want to run or reach for something in my opposite pocket or just want a shirt to fit correctly. Bringing far too much attention I didn’t want at too young an age. A heavy weight that makes my shoulders ache.
Basically, they’re a pain in the ass.
But seeing the way Lake looks at them makes me thankful for them for the first time ever.
Then he cups one—and I forget all the inconveniences, all the pain, all the discomfort and things I didn’t want.
Because his touch brings me pleasure.
More pleasure than I’ve ever known as his pointer finger circles my nipple, closer, closer, tighter and tighter, the tip hardening, begging for touch…which he doesn’t give.
Not until he bends forward, lips parting, mouth closing over one taut bud, forefinger and thumb pinching gently around the other, rolling back and forth, back and forth. The combination of tongue and lips, teeth and fingers has me crying out, arching against him, thighs tightening around his waist, reaching for something that I haven’t ever experienced with another human.
With my vibrating friend? Definitely.
Multiple times.
With a man who’s taking charge of my body like he knows it better than I do?
Never.
“Lake!” I cry, as he rubs his beard over my sensitive flesh, my fingers diving into his hair, the silken locks skating over my fingers.
He grunts, and I realize I’m tugging, immediately loosening my grip. “Not you,” he says around me, eyes meeting mine when I lift my head to look down at him. “Harder, butterfly.” Then he flicks out his tongue, sending my worry away, sending my pleasure ramping again.
Especially when he pairs it with suction.
Oh lord, if this is how he uses his tongue, I can’t imagine how good he’s going to be with hisbranch.
My fingers tighten. “Oh God!”
He grunts again.
My legs wrap more firmly around him.
He sucks harder.
I gasp, draw him closer.
“That’s it,” he says, kissing his way over to my other breast, his hand coasting down my belly, dipping beneath the waistband of my joggers, my underwear, brushing over my clit and—
“Fuck,” I groan.
Because I’m rightthere.
Eighteen
Lake
