Page 65 of Sterling Touch
“It’s been so long,” I mutter, revealing more about myself.
“Same,” Cort whispers as he continues to explore. He popsup on his knees and leans over me, balancing on one arm while his other hand traces lazily up and around sensitive parts, driving me nearly mad, before settling right where I need him.
I whimper in relief and arch my back, pressing against his fingers, hoping to stay out of my head.
As if Cort senses my hesitation, he leans closer to my ear. “You’re so beautiful, Vale. Sweet and soaked. I can’t wait to taste you one day.”
I could beg him to taste me now, but I’m too turned on by his words, by his touch. By the possibility of another date with him.
“One day . . . you gonna let me put my dick in you, Bee? Gonna let me savor that sweet honey dripping over me, coating me, marking me again?”
“Oh God,” I groan, lifting my backside higher, wanting him to go deeper. Cort slides a finger inside me but quickly pulls out and returns to the sensitive bundle of nerves where I need him.
I’m wound tight again before he drops two fingers inside me.
“Jesus, Vale. The way I know we’ll fit.”
I grind back against his hand before he withdraws his fingers once more and meets my clit, rubbing in sharp, short circles that cause me to cry out within seconds. I bury my face into his pillow and scream as an orgasm like no other rips through me.
“Oh my God.” I turn my head, not even certain what’s happening to me, feeling wetness spread, as I continue to ride out the two fingers Cort slipped back inside me.
Eventually, I collapse back to the mattress, a sprawled-out mess. “Did I . . . did you make me . . .” I can hardly ask. I think Isquirted.
Cort leans forward and kisses my shoulder, his lips lingering a moment. “Can’t say that’s ever happened before.” Hesmiles against my skin, and I picture a smug, proud look on his face.
“I’m so embarrassed,” I admit, but everything about that orgasm was better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Cort slips to my side and our eyes meet. “I never want you to be embarrassed with me. I enjoyed that.” His fingers tickle up my back. “Why don’t you close your eyes a second, while I clean up?”
I nod because I honestly don’t think I can move. The back rub. The new-to-me release. I’m weightless and spent, and within seconds, I’m dozing off.
24
[Cort]
Vale didn’t spend the night, and while I understand all the reasons why she can’t, it still felt wrong that she eventually snuck out of my place. After cleaning her up, I’d left her lying on my bed and went through the house to lock up. When I came back to my room, I curled up beside Vale, held her wrist, and stared at her for the longest time, wondering how we got here.
Her and me. My former best friend’s younger sister. Her needing touch, me repelling it, until recently. There is so much I should explain, so much I should ask; instead, I just relish the beautiful woman in my bed, having gotten her off so extremely and from my hand.
A few days later, a text arrives from an unrecognizable number, but I quickly identify the caller.
You don’t happen to know where my panties are, do you?
I chuckle knowing exactly where they are.
Seems only fair to keep them as you stole my hat and a shirt.
Although, there is something about knowing Vale has kept them both.
Plus, you stole from my bed.
While we didn’t discuss Vale spending the night, knowing all the reasons she couldn’t, I still want to make it clear I didn’t like her absence. Which is ironic considering I don’t cuddle or spend nights with women.
You were sleeping.
I could tell her I was dreaming about her, but I keep things light instead.
Just concerned about you sneaking off so late.
