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she’d be back to practically making herself sick with what-ifs. With his fingers buried deep inside her and his gaze burning trails up and down her body, it was hard to imagine anything happening to him. In that moment, he was her entire universe, and that made it impossible for him to disappear.
“You’re so tight,” he said, drawing his fingertips down her inner wall and then pushing deeper inside her again. “Wish I could be inside you.”
She opened her mouth to tell him to make that happen, but a gasp came out instead. Just like that, and she lost her tenuous hold on restraint. Her climax crashed down on her, and she writhed against the bed, her bare thighs brushing his jeans, making her ultra-aware of how tense his muscles were beneath the denim.
He kept sliding in and out, fucking her with his fingers, and rubbed her clit with his thumb, adding another layer to her pleasure.
Even with his dick trapped inside his jeans instead of where it belonged – inside her – she came hard, incapable of anything less when he was the one pushing her to climax. His fingers weren’t as thick as his cock, but they were thick enough, and he touched her with a deliberate directness that hit her where it felt best. Every time he laid hands on her, it was like he cared more about making her come than anything else in the world.
When she regained the presence of mind to do so, she placed a hand on his thigh and brought it quickly upward, pressing her hands against his erection, feeling the flawless shape of it beneath his jeans. For a few moments, that was all she did – his perfection demanded time for sheer admiration – and then she touched the brass button that was keeping him from her.
He stopped her, wrapping her hand in his, trapping her fingers in the shelter of his own.
She looked up at him and he just shook his head, his mouth set in that stubborn line again, his brow lined with what she imagined was pure, self-inflicted anguish. “Go to sleep, Sasha. You’ve gotta get up early in the morning.”
She groaned and flipped onto her stomach, tipping back her head to meet his eyes. “You’re serious, aren’t you – you’re really going to do this to yourself?”
He just stared back at her, though he did have the grace to at least frown and look pained about it.
As horrified as she was, if he could say no while sitting there with her wetness glistening on his fingers as he stared at her bare ass, she figured she’d just have to respect his hyperactive sense of protective duties.
That reluctant decision still didn’t keep her from sashaying her way out of the room, as bare as the day she’d been born. After retrieving her overnight bag from the living room, she brushed her teeth and washed her face in the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom, then returned.
“I didn’t bring pajamas,” she said as she slipped into bed.
She thought she heard the faintest of moans coming from his direction, but couldn’t be sure.
When he turned off the light, she was finally safe to pout in the dark. As she laid her head down on the pillow – a pillow that smelled intoxicatingly like him – it occurred to her that if he’d managed to say no tonight, he must’ve wanted her beyond belief a few days ago, when they’d gotten together for the first time.
She knew she’d taken him by surprise, and had gotten exactly what she wanted.
It was only now that she realized he’d let her get to him like that. Obviously, the man was more than capable of exerting his own will, no matter how crazy or stubborn it was. Actually, he was probably the most stubborn person she’d ever met.
As soon as she was still, the mattress tilted as he sat down on the edge. He found her in the darkness, and slipped his hand beneath her loose hair, laying it on her shoulder. “I’ll be right here.”
The slight tug his motion had exerted on her locks reminded her of how he’d put his hand in her hair while she’d been sucking his dick. A
“You’re so tight,” he said, drawing his fingertips down her inner wall and then pushing deeper inside her again. “Wish I could be inside you.”
She opened her mouth to tell him to make that happen, but a gasp came out instead. Just like that, and she lost her tenuous hold on restraint. Her climax crashed down on her, and she writhed against the bed, her bare thighs brushing his jeans, making her ultra-aware of how tense his muscles were beneath the denim.
He kept sliding in and out, fucking her with his fingers, and rubbed her clit with his thumb, adding another layer to her pleasure.
Even with his dick trapped inside his jeans instead of where it belonged – inside her – she came hard, incapable of anything less when he was the one pushing her to climax. His fingers weren’t as thick as his cock, but they were thick enough, and he touched her with a deliberate directness that hit her where it felt best. Every time he laid hands on her, it was like he cared more about making her come than anything else in the world.
When she regained the presence of mind to do so, she placed a hand on his thigh and brought it quickly upward, pressing her hands against his erection, feeling the flawless shape of it beneath his jeans. For a few moments, that was all she did – his perfection demanded time for sheer admiration – and then she touched the brass button that was keeping him from her.
He stopped her, wrapping her hand in his, trapping her fingers in the shelter of his own.
She looked up at him and he just shook his head, his mouth set in that stubborn line again, his brow lined with what she imagined was pure, self-inflicted anguish. “Go to sleep, Sasha. You’ve gotta get up early in the morning.”
She groaned and flipped onto her stomach, tipping back her head to meet his eyes. “You’re serious, aren’t you – you’re really going to do this to yourself?”
He just stared back at her, though he did have the grace to at least frown and look pained about it.
As horrified as she was, if he could say no while sitting there with her wetness glistening on his fingers as he stared at her bare ass, she figured she’d just have to respect his hyperactive sense of protective duties.
That reluctant decision still didn’t keep her from sashaying her way out of the room, as bare as the day she’d been born. After retrieving her overnight bag from the living room, she brushed her teeth and washed her face in the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom, then returned.
“I didn’t bring pajamas,” she said as she slipped into bed.
She thought she heard the faintest of moans coming from his direction, but couldn’t be sure.
When he turned off the light, she was finally safe to pout in the dark. As she laid her head down on the pillow – a pillow that smelled intoxicatingly like him – it occurred to her that if he’d managed to say no tonight, he must’ve wanted her beyond belief a few days ago, when they’d gotten together for the first time.
She knew she’d taken him by surprise, and had gotten exactly what she wanted.
It was only now that she realized he’d let her get to him like that. Obviously, the man was more than capable of exerting his own will, no matter how crazy or stubborn it was. Actually, he was probably the most stubborn person she’d ever met.
As soon as she was still, the mattress tilted as he sat down on the edge. He found her in the darkness, and slipped his hand beneath her loose hair, laying it on her shoulder. “I’ll be right here.”
The slight tug his motion had exerted on her locks reminded her of how he’d put his hand in her hair while she’d been sucking his dick. A
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