Page 30 of In the Works

She was nodding before I even finished my sentence.

Gently, she pulled her hand out of my center. I couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping my lips in her absence. But it was her finger lingering just at my entrance that really teased me. My body begged to feel her inside again, rocking my hips toward her fingers. Feeling me chase her touch, Sarah kept her finger just out of my channel.

Just when my body had tensed enough, she added a second finger and slipped back inside.

I took the two of them easily; I probably could have taken all of her. But just two would be more than enough for now.

Sarah shook her head and moaned as she pressed her index and middle fingers all the way inside. Folded against her palm, the knuckles of her remaining fingers massaged my clit as she thrust. “I can feel you everywhere.”

“Good.” I whispered in her ear, grinding my hips along her fingers. She felt better inside me than I ever could have imagined… and I imagined it plenty. With each thrust, Sarah found her rhythm. Our bodies fell into perfect sync.

My hand fell to her ass, gripping the skin and pulling her toward me. Her hips began to grind along with her fingers. She was fucking me with everything she had.

A desperate moan rose in my throat as I neared my peak. Her fingers were strong, pressing on my G-spot and slipping back out of me at the perfect cadence. “Keep going, Sarah. Please.”

Her voice grew low as she brought her lips to my ear. “Say my name again.”

The rumble of her chest against mine and her warm breath tickling my neck sent my body careening toward orgasm. It took a moment to catch my breath enough to speak, enough to even open my mouth.

But I looked her in the eyes, gripping her ass in my hands as our bodies pressed together. It came out as a primal grunt more than words. “Sarah, please. I need you, Sarah.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, my body began to shudder. Sarah’s did too, the words seeming to excite her just as much as they did me.

My forehead fell against her, desperately pressing closer as Sarah kept her perfect movements steady. My muscular thighs clenched her hand. A part of me worried I’d hurt her, but Sarah kept going.

“Bri, I want to watch you come.” Sarah licked her lips.

All I could do was nod as the pleasure took over me. Every muscle in my body tensed and my channel gripped at Sarah’s long fingers. Within a few seconds, a scream ripped out of my chest, and my body gave in to her.

“Fuck.” I released, my body shaking to a halt.

Once I stopped, Sarah slowly pulled her fingers out of me. Each knuckle sent a pulse of pleasure through me, making me shudder. I let out one last whimper as she slipped out of my sensitive body. “God.”

Sarah grinned down at me. Using her clean hand, she stroked my face. Her fingers traced from my temples down to my jawline before landing on my chin. Her eyes flicked between my eyes and her pleasure-soaked fingers resting on the pillow next to me.

After a moment, she licked her lips and whispered. “Can I taste you?”

I nodded. “Please.”

Sarah brought her fingers to her lips and pressed them into her mouth. Rolling her eyes back, she moaned, sucking both of them into her mouth. Her lips pursed around them as she drew them in.

As I watched her, I felt my throat tighten. “God, you’re pretty.”

She smiled at me, pulling her fingers from her mouth. They were licked clean. “So are you.” Smirking, she looked down at the sheets. “And you taste good.”

“Come here.” I whispered as I pulled her into my arms. Laying on my back, I held her to my chest. She wrapped her leg over my stomach.

Delicately, I smoothed her hair and planted a kiss on her head. Our chests rose and fell in sync as we each tried to catch our breath.

After a moment, Sarah lifted her head and looked at me, a giddy smile taking over her cheeks. “Do you think next time we could try more things?”

Next time.So she thought this was more than a hookup? I tried to hide my excitement, not wanting to scare her off.

Instead, I grinned down at her. “What kind of things?”

Sarah shrugged. “Anything. You’re the expert.”

“Expert is a strong word.” I scoffed.