Page 156 of Filthy Beautiful
“Good.” He took another sip of his, then put his glass down. He slid over toward me, so he was sitting on the edge of the bath right above me. He took my wine from me and put it aside.
Then he reached a hand down into the bath, right between my legs. His fingers slid down, gently, over my pussy.
“Ahhh,” I gasped. I couldn’t help it. Warmth tingled through me. I melted, and his eyes darkened.
He was studying my face, watching me as he touched me.
His fingers drifted back up, then down again. He did it over and again, increasing the pressure just a little… This was way more gentle than he’d touched me before. He started moving his fingers in little circles over my clit, and I shuddered.
I slid deeper into the tub. I grabbed onto his arm so I didn’t slip right under. I was probably making all kinds of weird faces. I was definitely making some embarrassing gasping noises.
He just watched me, his fingers moving slowly over my flesh… seeking out all the places where it felt the most intense.
Like heknewme.
Just like the other night, in my bed, when he put his finger inside me and sent me to fucking Jupiter.
He’s thirty. He’ll know what he’s doing.
Holy God, Shay was right.
“Oh, God,” I blurted. “I don’t want to come in the bath. I want to…ah…” I kinda choked on the words. Now that he was naked, and we were really doing this, and I wasn’t having to beg him for it anymore… it felt harder to say it.
Or maybe it was the wine melting my brain.
Or the pleasure making it hard to find the words.
“Fuck.” Okay, I found the word. “I want to do that. Um. I want you.”
Xander’s eyes looked all soft and spacey, like he was in a trance. He was looking at my mouth, but his eyes drifted up to meet mine.
“I’m not gonna make you come,” he said. “If I make you come now, it defeats the purpose.”
“Wha…?”
“I want you hot before I fuck you.”
“I’m… already… hot…”
“It’ll hurt less, the more aroused you are,” he murmured, almost to himself. “In theory.”
“What do you mean… ‘in theory’?”
“I mean, it’s probably gonna hurt no matter what.”
“Oh…”
I knew that, right? Everyone knew it hurt your first time. But now he was kinda making a big deal out of it with all this preparation.
If he was worried about hurting me, should I be worried…?
“Are you worried?” I asked him.
“I’m not worried. I want it to be good for you. As good as it can be.”
Yeah… If it was gonna feel anything as good as what he was doing to me right now with just the tips of his fingers…
Ohmygod.
