Page 60 of Hunting for her Heart
I saw Bo clean her up last night, so this happened after that. Is she having a sexy dream? Is being held against my body arousing her? Is she dreaming of me?
My fingers ache to know what she feels like, my tongue begging to taste her. I let my hand on her back slowly move down to her ass and give her cheek a firm squeeze. Her breath hitches, telling me she’s awake.
I grin, deciding to see how far she’ll let me push her before she tells me she’s awake.
I gently swirl my fingers around her ass, moving them further and further down with each pass, until one of my fingers grazes her clit.
Her hips jerk in surprise, but she doesn’t move otherwise. I move my hand again, a little more boldly this time. I can hear her breath coming in short little bursts, and her silence tells me everything.
She wants more.
This time, when my finger finds her clit, I keep it there, feeling the softness of it before I trail it up her slit, getting my finger nice and wet as I go.
A small whimper escapes her as her fingers dig into my chest. With my other hand, I tilt her chin up so I can see her face, then I press my lips to hers.
From the first moment I saw her pouty lips, I’ve been desperate to touch them. And now I know what it’s like to kiss her… it’s all I want to do.
I stroke her tongue with mine, and she lifts her leg higher over me, giving my fingers more access. I take that as an invitation and press my fingers into her, desperate to know what she feels like.
A groan tumbles from my lips and into her mouth. My cock throbs from the feeling of her wrapped around me. She gasps, her bent leg moving even higher until her knee bumps into my cock.
Glancing down my body, I see my cock has pushed itself free of the leaf and is now sticking straight up, bobbing around like it’s waving for attention.
She turns to see what I’m looking at, and her eyes widen in shock. “Oh my goodness, you’rehuge!”she exclaims.
I don’t stop thrusting my fingers in and out of her as she stares down at it, curious to see what she does next. And when her hand on my chest twitches, my dick jolts with need.
“Can I touch it?” she asks timidly.
“You don’t have to,” I tell her. “I only want to bring you pleasure.”
“But what if I want to do the same for you?” She tilts her head up, biting her lips as those big hazel eyes look into mine.
“You already bring me great pleasure,” I tell her honestly.
“I’ve never seen one before. Is it hard?”
Thinking back to all the lessons we had about caring for a woman, I don’t recall anything about a woman touching a man; it’s always the other way around. But with the look she’s giving me now, how can I possibly refuse?
“Touch it,” I whisper as a surge of eagernessflows through me. I pull my fingers from her as I wonder what her soft little hand will feel like against my warm skin.
Her first touch is hesitant, her fingers lightly touching the side and making it jerk. “Like this,” I tell her as I cover her hand with mine, wrapping it around my shaft. It takes everything I have not to groan at the incredible sensation of having her hand on me.
“It’s so warm and hard,” she whispers, sounding surprised. “But also smooth.” She squeezes it a little, and a grunt escapes my lips. “Does it hurt?” she asks, tilting her head back to look at me.
“No, I’m just trying to hold myself back.”
“From what?”
I take a deep breath before answering. “From sinking this into your dripping cunt.”
Her wide eyes dip back down to my cock as she whispers, “You’re so big. Will it even fit?”
A pained groan escapes my lips as I run my hand down my face. “You’re killing me here, baby. Yes, it will fit.”
“But having sex will cement our mate bond, right?”
I’m thankful that Bo has already explained this to her. “That’s right, but using our hands doesn’t count.” My lip quirks as an even better idea comes to mind. “Or our mouths.”
