Page 106 of The Great Dating Fake Off
I wish it was me, too. “Let me feel how wet you are from taunting me. I’ll barely touch you.”
Conflict and desire war in her eyes. But then she shifts closer, leaning back with her hands on my knees.
I rub myself over her swollen clit, and then a little lower. I keep my promise, mostly. I barely let myself make contact, just enough to steal some of her wetness. Her warm heat instantly scrambles my brain.
She shifts back, denying me anything at all, and returns to working herself. “Keep going.”
“It’s not enough,” I groan, fisting my cock. This pales in comparison to the mere hint of her. She’s created a monster. Or maybe I have. “I need to be inside you. Let me get a condom out of my nightstand.”
“Uh-uh.” Her breaths are beautifully stuttered as she watches my hand fly up and down my slick shaft. Dusky nipples drawn tight, flushed cheeks, parted lips, so wet I can hear what she’s doing to herself—she’s as close as I am. “We’re not breaking your rule.”
“Fuck the rule.” Pressure draws at the base of my spine as I grip myself tighter, too lust-drunk to decide if I’m speeding up or slowing down. “I’ve lain in that bed and thought about nothing but you for two weeks. Only you. You want something to watch? Watch me fill you better than your fingers ever could.”
A moan escapes her mouth. She shifts her hips forward. Just another few inches and I’d sink right in. Right into that tight, hot place I want to be. Where her damn hand gets to be instead of me.
Her legs start to tremble. I pump furiously, all restraint gone. “I’m close.”
“Come on me,” she moans as her legs start to tremble.
“You want a hell of a lot more than that, don’t you, needy girl?” I grit out each word as I barrel toward my finish. “You want me so deep you can feel me in your throat when I come in you. Tell me I’m wrong.”
Her lips part on a gasp. “You know I do.”
“Where will you settle for it?”
She stutters out the words my clit and I snap.
With her name on my lips, I coat her busy hand with two weeks’ worth of wanting. She feverishly swirls it around and down, dangerously close to her entrance, eyes on fire like this is what she’s been waiting for.
“Christ,” I rasp. “Keep going.” I didn’t know I was waiting for this too until I saw it—the sight of her covered in me, her lithe fingers working it all around, seconds away from unraveling after getting what she begged for.
Then, holding my gaze, she dips a finger inside.
The image of her carrying my child flashes through my mind and I’m fucking gone.
Her mouth opens and she expels a sharp cry as she breaks. Clearly, she’s forgotten where we are. And it’s so damn hot, how overcome she is. I rear up and smother her lips with mine, trapping the sound. Her body goes taut as she slows her hand, drawing it out.
And then, we’re both still.
She’s flushed red and panting as I pull back to glimpse her face.
The sound of our breathing mingles in the air. Normal blood flow returns to my limbs in slow motion. I lean over the side of my chair and grab yesterday’s shirt off the ground.
“May I?”
She nods.
I clean her with the shirt, ball it up, and throw it toward the laundry basket, sinking the shot. Then I pull her dress and bra back into place. Rewrapping her is as satisfying as unwrapping her, but in a different way. She feels even more like mine when I put her back together. “What are you thinking?”
There’s a pause, like she’s not sure if she’ll tell me. “That you bring out something in me no one ever has.” She turns my hat around and pulls it low. “And I clearly like it. A lot.” Worry creeps into her eyes.
“Hey.” I lift the brim of the hat higher to see her eyes. “Stop hiding your pretty face. I want eye contact as I tell you that was the second hottest moment of my life, and you’re also responsible for the first back at that hotel.” I pause, thinking of her finger, covered in me, slipping inside only moments ago. “Actually, it’s a tie. But Nora…I know exactly what we did, okay? I fucking loved it.”
Her eyes sparkle like the sun off water. “Good.”
I stroke her bottom lip, searching her eyes. I’m in such fucking trouble when it comes to her. I can’t get enough of what we’re doing, but we’re both playing with fire now. If she asks again, we’re going to have to have a serious conversation because I’m going to give it to her.
She shifts until she’s sitting across my lap and lets out a sated sigh. “At least your rule is still intact. You’re welcome.”
