Page 73 of Break my Heart
Wanting more.
Needing it.
But unsure how to ask for it.
Or find someone I could trust enough to give it to me.
As much as I hate Nathan for what he did, he created a longing inside me that refuses to be suppressed or denied. A craving that is now a part of me. Only now am I trying to make peace with that knowledge.
Desire crashes through me as his fingers stroke my lower lips through the thin fabric of my panties and dress.
He pinches my nipple. “I’m waiting.”
“It turns me on and makes me feel achy,” I say on a gasp.
His mouth drifts across the outer shell of my ear as his voice dips, turning husky. “Where does it make you feel achy?”
Unable to help myself, I shift against him, looking for more contact. “My pussy and my breasts.”
When he tweaks me for a second time, I groan. It’s like a straight shot to my core, and my panties flood with more heat.
“I bet you’re soaked, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Should I take your word for it or find out for myself?”
My breath catches at the back of my throat as excitement crashes over me.
After a beat of silence, he prods, “Well?”
“Find out for yourself.”
“Are you sure? Anyone could look over and see the way I’m playing with you.”
As tempting as it is to keep my eyes shut and sink into his touch, I force them open before glancing around and then at the mass of bodies below.
I hate how much the thrill of someone watching us turns me on.
“Yes.”
A growl vibrates deep within his chest as one hand slips beneath the material of my dress before gliding up my bare thigh to the place that’s desperate for the stroke of his hand.
Right when I think his fingers will slip beneath the fabric of my panties, they drift along the cotton, tracing the seam of my lips.
“You’re right. Completely soaked.”
I whimper as he shoves the fabric to the side, and one finger slides inside me. My body sags against his as he withdraws and circles the entrance before thrusting for a second time.
Each pump of his finger forces me closer to the precipice.
Closer to tumbling over the edge and into oblivion.
I want the orgasm so much; I can practically taste it.
I turn my face toward him. “Please.”
“Mmm, that is such a pretty word falling from those pouty lips. It’ll play on repeat in my dreams tonight.”