Page 34 of Finding Emotion

Damon’s hand moved to stroke her arm instead of gripping it. “Are you sure I can’t help? I want like hell to make you feel good, Skylar.”

She sighed, her hand moving to squeeze his already softening cock. “You’re tapped out, sweet face.”

“There are other ways,” Damon offered.

She was already aching and dripping, but the idea of letting him try made her nervous as hell. “Look, I figured you knew by now that I like to be in charge.”

“Then give me orders.” Damon smiled as he tilted his face closer, though he was careful not to kiss her. “I take direction really, really well.”

Fuck, that was hot. Skylar shifted against his thigh, giving her interest away. She bit her lip. Letting anyone try hadn’t tempted her since before… well, before. She forced her mind not to go down that rabbit hole, but couldn’t prevent her body from tensing.

Damon’s hand dropped away from her arm as his smile faded. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to push. I’ll respect your no.”

Skylar grabbed his shirt before he could pull away from her and kissed him hard. Her eyes shut, not wanting to see his doubt.

Damon’s lips softened under hers, and the kiss changed. She shifted angles, brushing over him this way and that, making his lips chase hers. A hum escaped her when she finally let him catch her, and their lips clung. She pressed her forehead against his, but kept her eyes closed when their lips parted.

“I have rules.” The admission came out in a husky whisper, and she swallowed her sudden nervousness.

“Tell me,” he said.

“No clit action.” It was too important not to make certain he agreed. Skylar opened her eyes to stare into his.

They didn’t look surprised like she had expected. He eased back enough to nod. “You’re more of a G-spot girl, aren’t you?”

Some of her tension eased, and she let out a shuddering breath.

His hand moved to her waist, the fingers hot against the bare skin her shirt didn’t cover. “So we’re talking about a finger fuck, right? Tell me you want that.”

Her thighs tried to close around his legs again. “Fuck, yes, let’s try it.” Her heart raced once the words were out. She tensed when she pictured him pushing her onto her back next.

Instead, he lay down, pulling her on top of him. His hands moved to her arms, skimming up and down. The crazy magic of them eased her tension again. “Tell me what to do, Skylar. This is your show.”

The idea of him stripping off her shorts didn’t appeal to her. She undid them instead, shoving both them and her underwear down before wriggling free enough to kick them away. They smacked the window in her haste, and she bit her lip, forcing herself to meet his gaze despite her embarrassment.

Damon’s blue eyes looked intense again, like they had right before he’d come. “Am I wrong to think you’re excited?” he asked.

She forced her teeth to release her lip and smiled at him. “Check for yourself.”

His hand moved from her arm to skim down her side and along her hip. His touch left a tingle behind that made her want to clench her thighs together, but she forced them apart instead, her breath catching as he moved his hand between them. A single finger swirled around her entrance.

Damon groaned. “God, you’re dripping from just sucking me. I love that.”

Skylar’s hips arched against his hand at the words, ignoring the doubt that tried to wriggle in. Her hands fisted into his shirt, needing something to hold on to as she waited for him to push inside her. And continued to wait. His finger wasn’t even swirling any more.

She frowned as her gaze found his again.

“You want my finger inside you?” he asked. There was a huskiness to his voice that made her legs move even wider apart.

“Fuck yes,” she groaned, wanting to be filled.

“You’re in charge, Skylar. Take my fingers like you would my cock.”

Her eyes squeezed shut at the idea of it. “Oh, fuck,” she breathed, her hips seeking his hand. She pushed down, taking two of his fingers inside.

It felt amazing, but also like she wasn’t full enough. “More,” she muttered even as she lifted and sank down on him again.

Damon pushed a third finger inside her. “Like this?” he asked, but she was too lost to answer. She moved on him like she was possessed, seeking something with each downward thrust, but it was still out of reach. She moaned, her hands aching where she pulled at his shirt as her hips shuddered.