Page 108 of The Faking Game
Her shoulder shifts, and beneath the covers, I hear the faint rustle of fabric. I close my eyes at the rush of need that sweeps through me. Fuck, but I want to see that.
Nora’s breathing catches, and damn it, I have to look. Her mouth is parted and her eyes flit from me to the ceiling. I reach out to turn her face to mine. “I’m right here with you. You’re so brave,” I tell her. “Being so good for me, working through your nerves like this.”
She gives a tiny nod, and some of the tension around her eyes relaxes.
“Does that feel good? Touching yourself?”
“Yes,” she whispers. She’s watching me, her hand moving beneath the covers.
“I won’t touch you. Won’t do anything you don’t want,” I murmur. “But I’ll be here with you the whole time.”
“Maybe… you can kiss me.” Her voice is a bit thin, but her skin is flushed.
I smile a little. “I can do that.”
Slowly, I shift closer until our foreheads touch. Her breath is warm against my lips, and I kiss her slowly, thoroughly. I take my time, savor her, suck on her tongue. Brush my teeth over her lower lip and whisper how good she tastes.
Her lips follow mine hungrily. The triumph of that makes me even harder. She said she’d never liked kissing a man before me.
I’ll wear that compliment as a badge of honor until I die.
I brush my lips over her cheek instead, down to the fragrant curve of her neck, and let her catch her breath.
“You’ve never kissed me like that before,” she says.
“We’ve been taking things slow.”
“Do you… like it? Kissing me?”
The question is so innocent. If she only knew how my cock aches against the zipper of my pants. “You’re perfect. I could kiss you for hours, sweetheart.”
“Oh.” Her entire body relaxes.
No one has likely kissed her neck like this before. I brush the collar of her shirt aside with my mouth and kiss the edge of her collarbone. The scent of her skin is making it hard to think straight.
“Turn on the vibrator,” I tell her. “Lowest setting. Press it against your clit, but not the suction part.”
“Okay.”
I lift up on an elbow to kiss her again. She arches into my touch, her lips parting for me. I can tell the moment the vibrator turns on, with her fumbling under the covers, because her mouth stutters against mine.
A low buzzing fills the air.
“That’s it. It’s stronger than your fingers, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she whispers. There’s a current of energy rushing through her, and I want it to burn me. I trail my lips along her cheek. “What were you thinking about? Before I walked in?”
Her eyes flick to mine. “I was… um. Nothing.”
“Nothing?” I kiss her neck again, and her breath catches.
Yeah. She likes that.
“I think you’re lying.” I kiss the hollow of her throat, and her free hand surges up, slides through my hair. The pressure at my scalp makes my cock throb.
I’m going to have the worst fucking blue balls after this.
“What do you want me to tell you?” Her voice is sharper now, tinged with heavy breathing.
