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Chuckling, I drop my weight back on her, pressing her down. “Isn’t the anticipation sweet,
though? You can imagine how good it will feel when I touch you. Imagine me sliding my fingers
down…down until they find your clit. Then they’ll circle it, rubbing softly, so softly you can barely
feel it at first.”
“I don’t want to imagine it,” she says, her words coated in desire. “Just do it already. Stop teasing
me.” I grin again and her words turn sharp. “Stick your hands in my pants. Now.”
Well, that’s about as clear as it could be. I would be a total asshole to deny her. Though there will
be a time and place for a little…patience. Just not today. I’m at my limit too, though I’m not going to
let her know that. “Ok baby, your wish is my command.”
I hear her disgruntled ‘finally’ but I’m too busy sliding my way under her waistband to pay any
attention. I’ll have her singing a sweeter tune in a minute. I take a second to caress the soft skin of her
lower stomach, making her shiver, before diving into her soft curls.
“Wait,” she yells right in my ear, making me wince. “Wait,” she says again softly. “I wasn’t
prepared for this.”
Please don’t ask me to stop. Please.“Prepared?” I ask hoarsely.
She wets her lips and stares somewhere around my ear. “I umm…read about the kinds of
grooming men like, and I even booked an appointment with a very bossy woman, but I chickened out
and—.“
I swoop down and cut off her ramble with a kiss. Then another. When we’re both breathless, I
drop my forehead to hers and slide my hand down to fully cup her mound. “I’ve already got my hand
on you, baby. I don’t give a shit if it’s bare or furry, tie-dyed or braided as long as I get in there.”
Her giggles muffled against my mouth, I give her exactly what I promised her I would. Gentle
circles and barely there touches that get progressively harder. I let my middle finger dip inside her,
thank fuck these pants are so loose, and press my palm to her mound, giving her the dual sensations
she needs to tip over the edge.
Watching the woman you’re falling for come apart in your arms has to be one of the most intense
experiences of my life. I’m a guy, so my own release is always at the back of my mind. But I’m too
busy taking in every expression on her face, and every sound she makes to worry about it. Her panting
breaths gradually slow, her thighs, clamped on my hand, release. She sighs and presses a soft kiss at
the corner of my mouth, not because she was aiming for it but because she’s boneless and still has her
