Chapter Eleven #3
My pulse picked up the way it had sitting beside her in the restaurant booth. Like we were in high school, and I was about to have my first kiss.
“That’s up to you. What do you want to happen?”
Her face grew shy, that flush climbing her neck. “I don’t know where to start.”
She was willing to take the lead, but she needed me to guide her. I could do that. I licked my lips. “I could tell you what I wanted to do to you at the restaurant.”
Her eyes widened. “You were thinking about it then?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” Torturing myself, more like. “You do this thing where you bite your lip when you’re deciding something, like which dish to try next. Every single time, I wanted to take that lip between my teeth and tug.”
I imagined doing it between bites too. Tasting the dishes off her lips instead of the plate. Letting her enjoy the food while I enjoyed her.
Her words came out breathless. “I was thinking about stuff too.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, her hazel eyes glued to mine like she couldn’t move them away. As if she was as hypnotized by me as I was by her.
“Tell me,” I rasped.
“Mostly you touching me. Your hand on my leg.”
As if being pulled by a string, I bent to skim my hand along her calf. “You mean here?”
She bit back her smile and shook her head. “Higher.”
The tips of my fingers burned on their way up her leg. I flexed my hand over her knee before trailing it to the hem of her dress. “Here?”
She squirmed the tiniest bit as if trying to stay still. “Higher.”
My body pounded with my pulse as I dipped my hand below her skirt.
Just an inch. Just so I could watch it disappear and feel the heat of her skin beneath the material.
And when that wasn’t enough, I slid higher, fitting my fingers over the curve of her thigh, following the soft bend to where her legs met.
Her breath sawed in and out as I traced the crease of her hip.
I angled my lips to her ear, letting my chest press against her side, her warmth flush with mine. “What else?” I whispered. My voice was gravel along stone.
Her head fell against the back of the couch as she shifted her thighs apart, enough for me to feather a touch directly between her legs. Soft lace grazed my skin as a shiver rippled through her.
“I straddled your lap,” she moaned.
With the sound still on her lips, I scooped her up by the thighs and set her on top of me, her knees on either side of my hips. “How’s this?”
She rocked experimentally, a purely instinctual motion, and I watched the groan break across her face at how hard I was between her legs. Her hooded gaze found mine as she bit her bottom lip.
“You’re killing me,” I murmured, drawing her lip free.
A smirk raised the corners of her mouth as I let my thumb linger over the soft skin. Inches separated us. I could see the flutter of her pulse in her throat, her pupils already dilated.
“Do something about it,” she taunted.
My lips rose. “You want me to?”
She stared at my mouth and nodded. Every muscle in my body hardened to iron as my heart tried to pound through my chest.
There’d been more than one moment tonight when I’d imagined she wanted to kiss me; when my head had gotten away from me, and I’d imagined kissing her.
But it was different knowing it was about to happen.
Different lowering my stare to her lips and letting myself dip forward until our noses brushed and her scent made my head go dizzy.
I pulled away for a second, smiling as she leaned in to follow. Then I took her bottom lip between my teeth and gave a light tug, drawing a moan from her throat.
Another tug, slightly harder, and her fingers curled over my shoulders.
My patience finally snapped. I captured her mouth with mine, and the feel of her washed over and through me as she sighed against my lips.
It was different from our first kiss. Slower. As if we were meeting for the first time, learning each other from scratch.
I held myself in place, only my head and lips moving, as she kissed me in return. Kisses so gentle, they were barely there, yet every one cranked my body higher, setting my need on edge.
Her tongue grazed my lips, and I opened for her, responding with teasing licks.
The instant I did, her own need seemed to burst. Her body melted against mine, like all her tension had released.
She gripped my face to angle me just the way she wanted, and I had to force down my smile so I could keep kissing her.
“Touch me,” she ordered between swipes of her tongue.
I held in a groan as my fingers twitched. “Where?”
“Anywhere.”
I found the soft dip above her hip and trailed my fingers along the exposed skin of her back.
“Oh,” she moaned, her kisses growing harder. “I love when you touch me.”
Fucking same. I traced my way up her spine, drawing a shiver from her, and all at once, it was like her body took over. She spread her knees wider and rocked forward, our tongues finding each other in a maddening rush.
“Keep touching me,” she demanded as her hips rolled on a wave.
My dick was rock solid. Seeing her lose herself in pleasure, knowing I was the reason, was more erotic than any porn I could remember.
I trailed my hands down her back and gave her ass a light squeeze, drawing another moan from her.
“You like that?” I breathed.
A helpless sound escaped her before she dragged her fingers through my hair and rocked against me, finding her rhythm. “Keep going.”
I slid my hands under the stretchy material of her skirt and below her panties to palm her bare ass. Her hips jerked in a frantic rut.
“Gabe—” She cut off with a groan, squeezing my hips between her knees. “Oh my God.”
“That’s it. Find what you’re looking for.” I urged her over my cock, twisting the lace of her panties into my fist, fucking dying to rip them off and stretch her over my length, to drive into her until she gushed all over my lap and was too weak to move.
She pushed higher onto her knees, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and grinding over the head of my cock through my jeans. “Oh,” she sighed, grinding faster. “Oh.”
“Jesus, fuck yes,” I groaned. “Let me have it.”
The front of her skirt was around her waist, the back pushed below my hands that squeezed her ass hard enough to leave palm prints for a week. Her breasts thrust into my face as she threw back her head, and if I died right now, I’d be okay with it as long as I got to see her come first.
A moment later, I did.
“I’m coming,” she panted, her voice going up at the end like it had caught her off guard and she feared it would be too much.
“I know, baby. I know. Ride it out.”
She gasped into a cry as her muscles locked up, and her hands strangled my shirt.
Her legs squeezed my hips in a death grip so she could bear down on my cock, which was leaking through my boxers to add to the mess on my jeans.
Her hips circled a few more times before she collapsed onto my chest, her face buried in the crook of my neck.
Our panting echoed off her tall ceilings, her warm breath tickling below my ear. Something wet brushed my neck, and a moment later, she sighed. “Mmm.”
I trailed my fingers up her spine and chuckled. “Did you just lick me?” My cock was still hard and straining against my zipper, but I couldn’t care less with her boneless and sated in my arms.
She mumbled against my neck, “Is that okay?”
“Hell yes. Lick away.”
I could feel the rise of her lips against my skin. The urge to hold her like this all night brought my hand to the back of her head. I carefully ran my fingers through her silky strands.
“How are you feeling?” I asked. That had been a bit more than the make-out session I’d envisioned. “More” being one of the hottest things I’d ever fucking experienced. But only if it had been as hot for her.
She shifted her weight. “I don’t know.”
I pulled back to see her eyes. “Too rough?” She’d been grinding near the button of my jeans. Sometimes things that felt good in the moment didn’t so much after. Or maybe it had all been too fast.
She denied it with a shake of her head, her gaze the most radiant I’d seen it—no embarrassment or reluctance in sight. Pride ballooned in my chest.
“I just—” She circled her hips again. “I think I want more.”
Fuck. I clamped my hands over her thighs and squeezed my eyes shut as pleasure tightened my groin. “Yeah?” I strained to calm my suddenly harsh breaths. “You have something in mind?” ’Cause I had several. Playing across my eyelids like the only movie I ever wanted to watch again.
Did this count as manifestation?
My grip on her tensed as she continued to squirm, my body almost back under my control.
“Not really,” she said. “I’m usually too sensitive to keep going when I try to use my vibrator back to back.”
I squeezed my eyes shut harder and exhaled through my nose. Imagining her using her vibrator was not helpful with the heat of her pussy radiating through my pants.
“What kind of vibrator do you use?” I asked. For fact-finding purposes. It didn’t count as torturing myself if it was for a good cause.
“The suction kind.”
My hands flexed. I tucked that information away for later.
She squirmed again, and I finally opened my eyes.
“I could do something about this,” she offered, rolling herself against my erection. Her lips quirked in a devious smile, even as she dropped her gaze.
“Is that what you want to do?”
She opened her mouth to respond, then paused to think about it.
Good. Nervous was fine if it came from excitement, but her leading from a place of “should” instead of “want” was my one dealbreaker.
“I want to,” she ended up saying, “but I’m nervous about it right now.”
“Then we’ll do it another time,” I said easily. “Let’s let tonight be about you.”
Her expression softened as her nails scraped lightly at the nape of my neck, drawing tingles all along my skin. She leaned in for another kiss.
Our tongues met, and her hips grew restless before she breathed against my lips, “I can keep going?”
I shifted my hands under her skirt so it bunched completely at her waist, revealing a flash of light purple underneath. Her soaked panties. I could smell her arousal from here, a musky sweetness that went straight to my head and drove me out of my mind.
She sat on my lap, a garden nymph in my hold, her dress rucked up and nothing but trust in her eyes. My heart cradled that trust as its prized possession.
I urged her hips forward and back in consent. “Take what feels good, Aubrey. You set the pace.”
She licked her lips and watched me with heavy lids as she rode away on her pleasure.
I was the luckiest bastard in the world to be the one to see it.