Page 48 of The Way We Touch
“Are you saying you were touching yourself?” My lips tighten, and I hesitate, which only makes him more smug. “Did this have anything to do with me?”
My knees straighten, and I stand quickly, wanting to run away. But he holds me. “Let me go, Logan.”
“I will, but answer my question first. Did you get Carolina Reaper on your pussy because of our kiss?”
He’s kneeling on the bathroom floor, and I’m standing in front of him in the tiniest scrap of underwear, throbbing with post-orgasmic, post-hot pepper-panic adrenaline.
Looking up at me, he slides a large hand up the back of my bare thigh. “Answer me, Dylan. Were you fucking your hand and thinking of me?”
“Are you trying to embarrass me?”
“I would never embarrass you. I want to be sure you’re okay.” His palms are flat against the back of my thighs, and he’s looking up at me. “Are you?”
“I think so…”
“Want me to double-check?”
My lips part, and I look down into his lusty gaze. I’m pretty sure I know what he means, but still, I ask, “How would you do that?”
His left hand slides higher up the back of my thigh, and I gasp softly. My heartbeat is in my core as his fingertips trace the curve of my bare ass. He dips the index finger of his right hand in the tub and lifts a dab of coconut oil to the front of my thong.
“Is this okay?”
Oh, god… My back is to the wall and I only hesitate a moment before nodding. “Yes…”
His eyes darken, and he slides my thong to the side before placing his finger over my swollen clit. My body jerks to life, and a little cry escapes my throat as he starts to stroke me up and down, around and around.
I rock higher onto my toes with every touch. My mouth opens, and I exhale a soft moan. He meets it with a growl, and a fresh orgasm tingles in my thighs, snaking higher with every circle.
“Better?” His voice is rough, and I respond with a moan. “I should clean this off you so it doesn’t stain your clothes.”
“Okay,” I gasp.
“Will you let me use my tongue?”
Shit shit shit… My stomach trembles, and I want it so much. I’m gasping, and this is my last chance. If I say yes, everything will change between us. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to say no.
“Yes.”
Large hands grip my ass, and he pulls me forward as he covers my pussy with his mouth. My fingers dive into his hair, and I wail, arching my back as his tongue slides up and down, licking my clit and sliding all over my pussy.
My knees are liquid, and I groan out a Fuck as my hips rock in time with his movements, as the orgasm twists and builds tighter in my lower belly. I’m grinding against his mouth, pulling his hair, and riding his face as primal need takes over.
He’s eating me like a coconut cream pie with a dash of spice, and I’m whimpering and moaning like a cat. His thumb dips into my dripping core, curling and sliding in and out, and I cry out his name as I clench around it.
I’m fucking his face. I’m fucking his finger. I’m frantic and wild, moving all over him as the pleasure blazes through my bloodstream, until it’s too much to contain.
The orgasm rips through me like a current. It blanks my mind and shakes my legs. Shudders ripple through my belly, and he groans against my center as I ride it out, jerking against his mouth.
His thumb continues plunging in and out, working me, and he doesn’t stop until I’m too sensitive to go on. My legs are weak, and he eases me down to his lap.
Resting my cheek against his firm chest, my breathing gradually returns to normal. Strong arms encircle me, and he gently smooths my hair away from my cheeks. I feel his lips softly tracing the line of my hair. He’s holding me, soothing me as I slowly drift down to this planet.
Blinking a few times, I realize he’s still only in a towel, and his cock is a lead pipe beneath me.
Lifting my chin, I meet his lusty eyes, and the palpable desire in them tingles my stomach. He’s sweet and loving, and dirty as fuck. His full lips are shiny from the coconut oil and my come, and I reach up to slide my thumb over them, wiping it away.
“You’re a mess,” I whisper, straddling his waist with my knees.