Page 111 of Spicy Ever After
I lick my lips and nod.
“Your whole body looks tight,” she says in a rush. “It’s sexy as hell.”
My eyes shoot open because this may be over in a blink, but if Hattie is admiring me, I want to witness it.
And what I witness is her on her knees, naked from the waist up between my spread legs. The soft cascade of her hair spills over one shoulder turning her into a fucking work of art. Her hands glide up and down my cock in a slow, maddening rhythm. But it’s her face, soft and suffused with wonder that nearly does me in.
It’s like watching the first ever dawn paint the sky. The birth of beauty. Of light. Of warmth.
Of hope.
She sucks in a little gasp when she catches me watching her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I splutter, the words strangled.
Surprise widens her eyes. “Me? Have you seen you? I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful. I mean—” She startles before looking back at my cock. “Wow. You just got harder. Was it because I said you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen? Oh my gosh, your balls—can I touch them?”
“Touch me anywhere,” I grind through my teeth. Her discovery of me has me half-crazed. It’s like this is the first time I’ve ever been touched. The first time I’ve ever?—
One hand cups me and I shiver. Her hand around my shaft grips tighter.
“Jesus, Hattie?—”
“You like that.” She sounds pleased.
I swallow hard. “I-I like all of it.” My lungs wheeze. “I like you touching me… looking at me… talking…”
“Oh, it’s wet now,” she says with wonder before her thumb runs over the droplets of pre-cum on my dick, slicking the glide of her hand. My balls draw up just a little tighter and the base of my spine tingles.
“I’m close—” I warn her.
Her gaze snaps to mine. “You are? Wh-what do I do? I want to make it good.”
A raw laugh tears from me. “It’ll be—fucking incredible.”
But her brows pinch. “But do I go faster? Harder?” And it’s the uncertainty in her voice I can’t allow. Witnessing her discovery has been too amazing. Too world-shattering to let her feel adrift now.
I reach for her. “Come here.”
And she does, tucking herself under my right arm and pressing herself to my side, her right hand never letting go. The feel of her against me makes my breath come short.
“L-like this,” I say, covering her hand with mine again.
And this is all it takes to reassure her. She grips me with just the right pressure, and maybe I’m the one setting the rhythm, but when my ass clenches and my hips come off the crate, her movements lock in, and the pleasure climbs and climbs and?—
“Oh God… Hattie… Sweet—Guh?—”
“Oh my God,” she rasps as the first ribbon of cum shoots from me, slicking her hand, her belly, and the waves of pleasure crash and crash and crash. Until I am rolled and dragged under, overcome, and washed ashore like a spent and panting wreck.
“W-wow!” Hattie says, somehow nearly as breathless as I am. “That was… that was… that was maybe the best thing I’ve ever done.”
I laugh. God, I’ve never felt so fucking elated. I wrap her in both arms and crush her to me. “You and me both.”
Jeez, I’m crazy about her. Crazy.
“I loved it… But—” She mutters against my chest and squirms a little. I release her. She pulls back and looks down at the mess I’ve made. “That got cold really fast.”
“I got this.” I grab my shirttail and clean her up before doing the same to myself. She watches with open curiosity. I have to fight my grin. “I gotta say, I feel lucky.”
