Page 203 of Bridesmaid Undercover
I catch her bite down on her bottom lip, keeping her mouth quiet, not wanting to give away exactly how turned on she is.
“I bet if I slipped my hand between your legs, I’d find out.”
Her chest rises and falls more rapidly, and her legs spread just an inch. If I wasn’t paying attention, I might not have seen it, but I’m reading her like a book. She doesn’t want to seem desperate, but she wants it.She wants me.
I go back to kissing her neck, sucking on the juncture near her shoulder, and when I lightly nibble on her skin, I take that moment to pinch her nipples.
“Oh fuck,” she says, shifting against my erection and causing me to smile.
So, I repeat the sensation. I nibble and pinch.
Nibble and pinch.
Driving up that need for me until her hand grips the back of my neck and she starts rocking her ass over my erection.
Fuck.
Me.
I grind my teeth together, telling myself this isn’t about me; this is about her.
But shit, that feels so good.
Everything about this feels good.
It feels right.
It feels like this is where she belongs, and I need to prove that to her.
Focusing on her, I start circling her nipples again and with every circle, I make one pass over them, loving how sensitive she is.
After a few more swipes, I drag one hand down to her pubic bone. While I bring one of her nipples between my fingers, rolling it, I slide a finger over her underwear and down her slit. It’s a quick pass, but it’s just enough to feel her arousal through the fabric and to garner a moan from her.
Smiling, I drag my hand back up her stomach, letting the tips of my fingers create a burning need within her.
When I start circling her nipples again, she grinds against me and whispers, “Fuck.” Then, she spreads her legs wider, and I smile to myself.
“Where do you want my fingers, Everly?” I ask her while passing them over her chest, up to her collarbone, and across her breasts again. “Do you want them here?” I play with her nipples. Her breathing turns even heavier. “Or here.” I drag them across her stomach. “Or here,” I say as I dance them across the waistline of her underwear.
When she doesn’t answer, I say, “Well, I guess you want them up here.” I start to move my hand, but she stops me and slips my hand under her underwear and right to her soaking arousal. “Fuck, Everly,” I whisper. “You’re so goddamn wet.”
Again, she keeps her mouth closed but when she encourages my hand to play with her, I listen. I bring two fingers to her clit, making slow circles over the sensitive nub.
“Yes,” she whispers before lifting my other hand to her breast. I bring her nipple between two of my fingers and start rolling it.
“You going to fake it again this time?” I ask her. “You going to pretend like you’re wet for no reason? That you’re not turned on by me? That I didn’t bring you to this point?” When she doesn’t answer, I say, “Because I can stop.”
And I do just that. I pause my hands.
“Don’t,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop.”
“Ahh, so this is real. The orgasm that’s building inside of you, it’s real.” When she doesn’t say anything, I whisper in her ear, “Answer me, Everly.”
“It’s…it’s real,” she says.
I continue circling her clit as her pants grow heavier. “And the other night, when I was deep inside of you, bottoming out with every goddamn stroke, that was real.”
She wets her lips and nods.
