Page 54 of Cabin Fever Baby
The storm still whirled around outside. The wind suddenly died down which only added to the thick quiet of the moment.
She was hesitant, her eyes downcast as she tentatively stroked herself.
“Ocean.”
She closed her eyes.
“Angel.”
The dark fringe of her eyelashes fluttered as she finally raised her eyes to mine.
There was a vulnerability in this act. In showing off what feels good to your partner without interference.
Even if I couldn’t see everything, I already knew her tells. The flush to her cheeks, the way her chest rose and fell, the little purr she wasn’t even aware she made.
The sound of her fingers dipping into her wetness made my belly tighten in reaction. I eased down in my seat, my cock so hard I was afraid to touch it.
It was trapped in the confines of my clothes. The bridge between us was endlessly long and yet the tension ramped with each wet stroke of her fingers.
My own memory of the shape of her. The tight clit that was pulsing under her fingers a sensory memory to me. She seemed to be circling so slow, her breath hitching with a quiet shudder.
Her eyes wanted to close.
I saw them droop.
“Angel.”
Her gaze snapped to me, her lips parting as she drew herself ever closer. She widened her legs into a lotus pose and the outline of her fingers teased against her snowflake pants.
“Hudson, touch yourself too.”
I gritted my teeth.
“Hurry. I’m so close,” she said in a shuddering voice. “Come with me.”
“Fuck,” I said with a groan. “Let me see you then.”
Quickly, she kicked off her pants. Then she perched at the edge of the couch as she opened herself for me. The wet sounds of two fingers thrumming her clit made me groan.
I drew out my cock and fisted it almost cruelly. Her eyes widened and she sawed her teeth along her lower lip.
I watched and learned what she liked. The way she reached deep inside in a rhythm known only to herself over years of self-discovery was like a secret, intimate map to this woman I was already so crazy about.
Her thighs quaked as she centered her attention on my cock, and then she lifted her gaze to meet mine. I saw her let go a split second before she trembled, and the purring moan unfurled from her chest.
She collapsed back on the couch, the very tips of her fingers gently coaxing the last of the orgasm loose, triggering me.
The quick punch of a groan had me quickly tugging my shirt up to come across my stomach, my eyes never leaving hers.
She stood on shaky legs, her shirt barely flirting with her thighs, and walked toward me. She trailed her fingertip through my cum and brought her finger to her mouth. “I’m going to clean up.”
“I think I need to rename you Devil.”
She grinned over her shoulder as she grabbed her pants, flashing me that delectable ass before she disappeared near the stairs to where the first floor bathroom was.
I flung my arm over my face and tried to put my head back together.
Lust was an obvious factor between us, but I’d never known a woman who could twist me up like Ocean. Frustration, laughter, and hell…this must be what connection truly was.