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with only soft stroking, dipping in a little more each time.
“So wet,” he murmured, astonished. “So silky. So warm.”
My butt pumped steadily, my moans not far behind, begging. “Please.” I gripped the pillow and cried out as he inched a finger inside me. “Oh God, yes.” I lifted for it, and he gave a growl, filling his other hand with my butt while pushing his finger deeper. “Do it, please,” I begged, desperate.
He gave it—in one full thrust—and I screamed at the sharp, painful pleasure.
“Oh shit,” he whispered, moving his finger inside me, oh so gently. He reached under me with his other hand, finding my clit. He slid the pad of his finger over the hard bud while he pumped his finger carefully in and out of me.
I squirmed and moaned, gripping the sheets tightly. His thumb nestled between my cheeks and pressed my butt lightly as he swirled his finger deep inside me, seeming to want to explore every crevice.
His unsteady breathing had to mean he liked it. Please let this man take my virginity. Please, please , I begged God.
I lifted my hips high, hoping to entice him, make it irresistible. The exhale of breath sounded like it pained him. Was I being too slutty? God, I hoped not, because I couldn’t help myself. Soon I didn’t care what I looked like. His fingers worked me so perfectly. I cried out his name repeatedly, feeling my orgasm slithering its way into my clit, making it throb. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” His lips were on my butt, kissing and sucking. Then his tongue slid between my cheeks, probing. At first I was shocked, worried. Then I realized how damned good it felt. I came everywhere, shuddering as his finger moved rapidly in and out, his other finger swirling over my clit, and his tongue flicking the most private part of my butt. Never in my life had I experienced an orgasm like it. So. Damned. Perfect.
His breaths were labored on my skin as his fingers slowed. He kissed my butt cheek several times and slid a hand up my back to my neck.
Chapter Six
I lifted my head, bewildered. “Akira?”
I turned over. Where’d he go? I wrapped the towel around me and couldn’t believe my eyes when I walked into the living room. It was daylight!
I stood there having a potent WTF moment.
“Good morning.”
I yelped and spun at his husky voice on my right. “What… How…”
“Told you you’d fall asleep.” He glided past me in only jeans and a million miles of sex appeal.
“How on earth did you do that?”
He chuckled lightly. “Secret.”
“Well…that’s…a very stupid secret,” I said, exasperated.
He let out a hearty laugh. “Get dressed. We have places to go and things to do.” He hit me with serious eyes and lifted a finger. “One day,” he reminded me.
Excitement fluttered through me, taking the edge off my sexual frustration. So many things I’d dreamed of doing in New York at Christmastime. And to think I’d spend it with my Asian-god boss. Who somehow put me to sleep while popping my cherry with one finger. My stomach flipped, fluttered, and filled with lava.
He walked over with a cup and handed it to me.
I took it. “Thank you. I should be getting your tea.”
He gave a where’d-you-get-that-idea smile. I took the cup, smiled back, and lost my towel.
Panicked, I sloshed burning coffee on my wrist, dropped the cup and myself to the floor, only he’d done the exact same, so I found myself face-to-face with him for a brief second before he spun away. “Are you burned?”
“I’m such a dummy. Not bad. I’m decent,” I said, wrapped tightly.
He turned. “Where?”
“Oh, it barely got me. My wrist.”
He pulled me to the kitchen, turned on the water, and held my hand under it. I bit my lower lip to keep my ridiculously happy smile back. So he was a freaking sweetheart to the core. It was hard resisting him when he was an asshole, and now… My God, I was going to rape this man, surely. Gosh, I bet those lips felt amazing.
“So wet,” he murmured, astonished. “So silky. So warm.”
My butt pumped steadily, my moans not far behind, begging. “Please.” I gripped the pillow and cried out as he inched a finger inside me. “Oh God, yes.” I lifted for it, and he gave a growl, filling his other hand with my butt while pushing his finger deeper. “Do it, please,” I begged, desperate.
He gave it—in one full thrust—and I screamed at the sharp, painful pleasure.
“Oh shit,” he whispered, moving his finger inside me, oh so gently. He reached under me with his other hand, finding my clit. He slid the pad of his finger over the hard bud while he pumped his finger carefully in and out of me.
I squirmed and moaned, gripping the sheets tightly. His thumb nestled between my cheeks and pressed my butt lightly as he swirled his finger deep inside me, seeming to want to explore every crevice.
His unsteady breathing had to mean he liked it. Please let this man take my virginity. Please, please , I begged God.
I lifted my hips high, hoping to entice him, make it irresistible. The exhale of breath sounded like it pained him. Was I being too slutty? God, I hoped not, because I couldn’t help myself. Soon I didn’t care what I looked like. His fingers worked me so perfectly. I cried out his name repeatedly, feeling my orgasm slithering its way into my clit, making it throb. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” His lips were on my butt, kissing and sucking. Then his tongue slid between my cheeks, probing. At first I was shocked, worried. Then I realized how damned good it felt. I came everywhere, shuddering as his finger moved rapidly in and out, his other finger swirling over my clit, and his tongue flicking the most private part of my butt. Never in my life had I experienced an orgasm like it. So. Damned. Perfect.
His breaths were labored on my skin as his fingers slowed. He kissed my butt cheek several times and slid a hand up my back to my neck.
Chapter Six
I lifted my head, bewildered. “Akira?”
I turned over. Where’d he go? I wrapped the towel around me and couldn’t believe my eyes when I walked into the living room. It was daylight!
I stood there having a potent WTF moment.
“Good morning.”
I yelped and spun at his husky voice on my right. “What… How…”
“Told you you’d fall asleep.” He glided past me in only jeans and a million miles of sex appeal.
“How on earth did you do that?”
He chuckled lightly. “Secret.”
“Well…that’s…a very stupid secret,” I said, exasperated.
He let out a hearty laugh. “Get dressed. We have places to go and things to do.” He hit me with serious eyes and lifted a finger. “One day,” he reminded me.
Excitement fluttered through me, taking the edge off my sexual frustration. So many things I’d dreamed of doing in New York at Christmastime. And to think I’d spend it with my Asian-god boss. Who somehow put me to sleep while popping my cherry with one finger. My stomach flipped, fluttered, and filled with lava.
He walked over with a cup and handed it to me.
I took it. “Thank you. I should be getting your tea.”
He gave a where’d-you-get-that-idea smile. I took the cup, smiled back, and lost my towel.
Panicked, I sloshed burning coffee on my wrist, dropped the cup and myself to the floor, only he’d done the exact same, so I found myself face-to-face with him for a brief second before he spun away. “Are you burned?”
“I’m such a dummy. Not bad. I’m decent,” I said, wrapped tightly.
He turned. “Where?”
“Oh, it barely got me. My wrist.”
He pulled me to the kitchen, turned on the water, and held my hand under it. I bit my lower lip to keep my ridiculously happy smile back. So he was a freaking sweetheart to the core. It was hard resisting him when he was an asshole, and now… My God, I was going to rape this man, surely. Gosh, I bet those lips felt amazing.
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