Page 113 of Hometown Halftime

Then she works her way into my boxer briefs, and she wraps her hand around my length.

“Holy fuck,” I say as my head tilts back.

She begins to stroke me slowly with the perfect grip, and I feel my soul leave my body. Because Kinsey’s hands are finally on me, and fuck, it feels so good. I look down at her, my hands moving to her breasts, cupping the weight of them in my palm. Her eyes stay on mine as she bites her bottom lip, her hand moving faster. I lean down and take that bottom lip between my own teeth, her nipples hard beneath my palms.

“Kinsey,” I whisper against her lips.

“Mhm,” she answers, distracted.

“Lie down.”

Her hand stops moving, and her eyes open, aware now. I tip my chin, motioning to the mattress. Her eyes are full of mischief as she slips her hand out of my briefs and lies down, head on my pillow.

I climb onto the bed, staying toward the end to take in the view. She’s laid out in front of me, chest rising fast, her legs slightly parted, giving me a view to the small strip of fabric covering her pussy. Her expression is telling me she’s waiting for my next words.

“I want you to do something for me,” I tell her.

Her head tilts. “Okay.”

“I want you to show me what you like. Let me watch you play with yourself.” My eyes wander over her body, then I say, “Teach me, Kinsey.”

She doesn’t use words to respond to me, instead, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and slides it down her long, toned legs. She throws it to the side, and her legs part, revealing herself to me. Her pussy is bare, glistening with her arousal.

I blow out a long, labored breath as I look at her.

“Fuck. Me.”

She scoots up the mattress until her back rests against the headboard.

“Well, first, I get my fingers nice and wet.”

She wraps her lips around two fingers, hollowing her cheeks around them. Slipping them free, she slides her hand slowly down her stomach, lips parted, chest rising fast.

“Then, I like small circles with pressure. None of that back-and-forth business.”

The corner of my mouth twitches as her fingers cover her clit, demonstrating the action. Her fingers move as her back arches, knees bending and fuck it’s so pretty. Watching Kinsey touch herself was something I only fantasized about and now she’s right here, right in front of me with wild eyes, breathing faster. I press my palm to my dick, wanting relief.

“What do you think about when you touch yourself, Kitten?”

Her eyes meet mine as her hand slows.

“Recently, all I’ve thought about is you,” she says, panting.

There’s one suspended moment before I crawl across the mattress to her. My body over hers, I gently move her hand from her pussy to hold it in the space between us.

“Can I take the place of these fingers, Kinsey?”

“Fuck,” she whispers. “Yes.”

I keep my gaze locked on hers as I take the two fingers that were just on her clit in my mouth and suck them clean. She tastes so good. And fuck, this is exactly what I was afraid of. Because I already know I’m not going to be able to get enough of her.

“God, Riley. Put your mouth on me.”

I shift her down to her back, kissing her softly. Then my lips work their way down the smooth skin of her throat, not rushing because I want to remember every second of this. She smells like jasmine and something that I can only call her and it’s a deadly combination.

Every one of my senses is focused solely on her. And the second I hear the sound that leaves her when my lips reach her breast, I think my soul left my body. It’s a whimper of want and need like I’ve never heard before.

I could spend the rest of my life chasing that sound.