“Can I…”
She wiggled around, reaching between her thighs again, adjusting my hand. “Now…use your thumb. That’s it…” She shuddered against the wall. “Right there. Circles. I like circles. Not too hard…Liam!”
I recognized the plaintive tone in her voice, so this time, I didn’t stop, fumbling until I found a rhythm that had her moving against my hand while she gripped my biceps and squeezed.
She came again, and I closed my eyes, pressed my face to her neck.
“See?”
I lifted my head and met her eyes.
“You most certainly don’t suck at this, Liam.”
She curled her hand around my cock and arched her back off the wall, the position lifting her breasts.
I swallowed, my mouth going dry at the sight of her, at the feel of her fingers squeezing my dick as she stroked me up, then down, up, then down…
Heat gathered in my balls.
I rocked into her grasp, vaguely aware that when I came, it was going to be explosive.
But she stopped.
Just as I felt those warning tingles race down my spine, just as my balls grew tight against my body, she just…stopped.
I groaned against her skin.
She pushed me back and grinned at me. “We’re just getting to the good stuff, Liam. Don’t pout.”
That smart mouth of hers undid me, and without thinking about it, I hooked my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a hard kiss.
She tensed at first, then softened against me, curling her arms around my neck as she pressed closer.
She opened her lips invitingly.
I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.
But she’d seemed so certain…
I decided to do what she’d done when she kissed me. I traced the line of her lower lip, then slid inside. She closed her mouth around my tongue and sucked on me.
Pleasure raced through me.
Her tongue darted out to slide against mine, and I let her, giving control of the kiss over to her. I didn’t stop kissing her though. Every time her tongue retreated, I sought it out, learning the inside of her mouth, gorging on the taste of her.
She was the one to break the kiss this time, pressing her hand against me and shaking water out of her eyes.
“You most certainly do not suck at this,” she said, her voice soft. She held something up in front of me. “We need this. Like…now.”
I blinked at the urgency in her voice, then focused on the small packet she held.
Condom.
Right.
“I’m sure I don’t need to lecture you about safe sex,” she said, tearing the packet open.
I went to reach for the rubber, but she twisted away, giving me a hard look. “Uh-uh. Mine.”
