Page 22 of Now and Then

“You have no idea what you do to me, Sutton.” I readjust myself, not willing to hide how she’s affecting me. How she always affects me.

She’s panting now, each breath escaping in rapid succession. I know exactly what she needs, but I’ve no clue how she’ll react. I try my luck.

“Take your panties off.”

Her eyes widen—in anticipation or maybe nervousness—as they search mine. This stops whenever she wants it to, but I’m praying like hell she keeps breaking down that line.

Her shoulders fold forward, accentuating her collar bones, as her fingers slide beneath the edge of her panties. She pushes one side down, then the other, back and forth, slowly exposing herself to me.

“You are my wildest dream come to life.” I grip myself, squeezing hard enough to take the edge off.

Sutton twists her hips, rubbing her thighs together.

“Touch yourself,” I say. I’m not sure I’m breathing.

There’s no hesitation this time when she slides her hands over her stomach and up to cup her breasts. They fill her hands completely. I’m dying to hold them, touch them, lick them, fuck them. She pinches her nipples as one hand descends down her stomach, dipping between her thighs.

“Spread your legs. Let me see.”

She does. I wink at her, loving that she’s so willing to give me control of this moment. Her hand drifts lower, and she inhales sharply, her body reacting to her soft touch.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes.” She rubs in circles, sighing in pleasure when she finds a spot she likes. Sutton looks lost to sensation, one hand between her legs, the other teasing her nipples. I know she’s close when her motions become more frantic, fueled by need to.

“I want to watch you come.”

“Hunter, I-I,” she struggles to open her eyes. I know she’s trying to stop the avalanche of pleasure coursing through her.

“Sutton, stop thinking.”

Her eyes snap open to mine.

“It’s just us,” I say. “Whatever thoughts are going through your head, shut them down. It’s okay to want this.”

“But—” she stops as her stomach quivers.

“No buts, Sutton. You want this. I want this. Stop thinking. Play with yourself. And let me see you fall apart.”

My gruff commands do the trick, and she increases her pressure, twirling her finger, her eyes never leaving mine. Her breasts sway as she bends forward. “Hunter,” she says through heavy breaths.

My name on her lips while she shatters will forever be engrained in my mind.

Her motions slow as she stands, leans against the doorframe, and removes her fingers. They glisten in the subtle bathroom light. I immediately stand, wanting to taste her, but her hands fly up in a stop motion.

“Wait,” she says.

I halt my forward motion and sit back down. I know whatever happened between us wasn’t something we planned. She’s still standing gloriously naked, but her cheeks turn a deep pink from shame, embarrassment, or desire, I’ll never know. She reaches for her nightshirt, slips it over her head, and stares at the floor for a few minutes.

I release a breath. “Come to bed, Sutton.” I scoot back to my side and hold open the covers for her. I know her brain must be racing. But I’ll be damned if she tells me we shouldn’t have done this or that it was wrong. Nothing has ever felt so right in my life.

She clicks the bathroom light off and stands on the side of the bed. “Do you think I should sleep on the floor?”

“No, babe. There’s room here for both of us.”

Our room is pitch dark, but I can practically see her arguing with herself. Finally, the bed dips, and the sheets whisper when she slips her body beneath the covers. I fold my left arm behind my head and settle my own breathing.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Sutton’s voice breaks the awkward silence.