from?”
“Razor blades.” When her mouth dropped open, he shrugged and kissed her. “Foster care sucks. What can I say? Sometimes the biological kids take it badly when a new foster kid shows up.”
Sarah’s eyes watered, thinking of the boy being subjected to something so cruel.
“Don’t.” He nuzzled the corner of her eye. “Don’t go there. It’s fine now. No permanent damage done.”
She wasn’t so sure about that but blinked the tears away regardless.
“Good girl,” he murmured. He slipped her sweater over her head, taking his time to skim over every inch of skin he could find. And he found quite a bit, given she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Easy pickins.” He leaned down to nip the underside of her breast, then worked his way down her ribs. Tongue swirling around her navel, he unbuttoned her jeans and worked them down her legs. A thin scrap of lace was the only barrier left.
“A sweater, jeans and then this little flimsy piece of fabric? Interesting choice.”
“A girl has to feel cute sometimes.”
He let the lace scrape down her legs then flipped her over on her stomach with ease. Pushing a pillow under her hips, he massaged his way down her back. Tension she didn’t even know she had leaked out and she sighed.
His hand skimmed over her butt, goose bumps following in their wake.
“Cold? Want me to turn the heater up?”
“No, no don’t.” She turned her head enough to look. “I’m fine.”
He took her at her word. One finger brushed down her crease and she wiggled.
“Tickles,” she said into the pillow.
“You’re going to feel a whole lot more than some tickling.” A cap flipped open on a click. “Sarah, have you done this before?”
“Yes.” Though she knew to relax, she couldn’t fight the anticipation that tightened all her muscles. But instead of feeling the cool, wet brush against her ass, he reached around and flicked her clit with one fingertip.
“Oh,” she breathed and rose up to give him better access.
Slow, torturous circles around swollen flesh made her groan and fight for more. The tingling ball of energy burned low in her belly and she knew she was close. Then without warning, one cool slick finger slid in her tight hole.
She gasped and shifted.
“Shh, relax. You were doing so good. Focus on this.”
He pinched and rubbed her clit and she found herself relaxing, grinding against his fingers. The tension built once more, swirling and stretching for release. Then the bottled-up nerves exploded and she shuddered with release. In the back of her mind, she numbly registered another finger with the first, stretching and scissoring.
So far, just pressure, a slight pull. A new experience to layer on top of the last dredges of her previous orgasm.
“Doing okay, baby?”
“Mmm.” How did she explain that?
“Can you come for me?” His fingers shifted down again and tangled in her damp curls.
Could she? She nodded, willing to try.
His fingers continued to play with her, moving in time with the other hand’s play behind. Pete’s soothing voice smothered any worries, and she was backing up into him before she realized it, her breath coming in pants as another orgasm hovered just out of reach.
Then his stretching, playful fingers were gone. When she turned to look behind her, Pete was coating himself with lube.
He shot her a disarming grin and she smiled in return.
She would get through this if it killed her.
No, that was stupid. She was letting the nerves get to her.
But then he leaned over her, his chest covering her back, and brushed his lips over her shoulders and neck. His lips trailed gentle, opened-mouth kisses along her tingling skin. The nerves fluttered away, lost in the sea of contentment. His hand began its leisurely trail, tracing around her pussy, teasing her clit.
“Pete. Pete, seriously,” she panted out.
“Seriously what?” he asked against her neck, working his lips down her spine.
“I’m close.” The words were said
“Razor blades.” When her mouth dropped open, he shrugged and kissed her. “Foster care sucks. What can I say? Sometimes the biological kids take it badly when a new foster kid shows up.”
Sarah’s eyes watered, thinking of the boy being subjected to something so cruel.
“Don’t.” He nuzzled the corner of her eye. “Don’t go there. It’s fine now. No permanent damage done.”
She wasn’t so sure about that but blinked the tears away regardless.
“Good girl,” he murmured. He slipped her sweater over her head, taking his time to skim over every inch of skin he could find. And he found quite a bit, given she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Easy pickins.” He leaned down to nip the underside of her breast, then worked his way down her ribs. Tongue swirling around her navel, he unbuttoned her jeans and worked them down her legs. A thin scrap of lace was the only barrier left.
“A sweater, jeans and then this little flimsy piece of fabric? Interesting choice.”
“A girl has to feel cute sometimes.”
He let the lace scrape down her legs then flipped her over on her stomach with ease. Pushing a pillow under her hips, he massaged his way down her back. Tension she didn’t even know she had leaked out and she sighed.
His hand skimmed over her butt, goose bumps following in their wake.
“Cold? Want me to turn the heater up?”
“No, no don’t.” She turned her head enough to look. “I’m fine.”
He took her at her word. One finger brushed down her crease and she wiggled.
“Tickles,” she said into the pillow.
“You’re going to feel a whole lot more than some tickling.” A cap flipped open on a click. “Sarah, have you done this before?”
“Yes.” Though she knew to relax, she couldn’t fight the anticipation that tightened all her muscles. But instead of feeling the cool, wet brush against her ass, he reached around and flicked her clit with one fingertip.
“Oh,” she breathed and rose up to give him better access.
Slow, torturous circles around swollen flesh made her groan and fight for more. The tingling ball of energy burned low in her belly and she knew she was close. Then without warning, one cool slick finger slid in her tight hole.
She gasped and shifted.
“Shh, relax. You were doing so good. Focus on this.”
He pinched and rubbed her clit and she found herself relaxing, grinding against his fingers. The tension built once more, swirling and stretching for release. Then the bottled-up nerves exploded and she shuddered with release. In the back of her mind, she numbly registered another finger with the first, stretching and scissoring.
So far, just pressure, a slight pull. A new experience to layer on top of the last dredges of her previous orgasm.
“Doing okay, baby?”
“Mmm.” How did she explain that?
“Can you come for me?” His fingers shifted down again and tangled in her damp curls.
Could she? She nodded, willing to try.
His fingers continued to play with her, moving in time with the other hand’s play behind. Pete’s soothing voice smothered any worries, and she was backing up into him before she realized it, her breath coming in pants as another orgasm hovered just out of reach.
Then his stretching, playful fingers were gone. When she turned to look behind her, Pete was coating himself with lube.
He shot her a disarming grin and she smiled in return.
She would get through this if it killed her.
No, that was stupid. She was letting the nerves get to her.
But then he leaned over her, his chest covering her back, and brushed his lips over her shoulders and neck. His lips trailed gentle, opened-mouth kisses along her tingling skin. The nerves fluttered away, lost in the sea of contentment. His hand began its leisurely trail, tracing around her pussy, teasing her clit.
“Pete. Pete, seriously,” she panted out.
“Seriously what?” he asked against her neck, working his lips down her spine.
“I’m close.” The words were said
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