Her eyes flutter closed as she moans. “I was so turned on on the train. It was all I could think about.”
I dip my head to her chest, letting go of one wrist to tug at her shirt. I brush my lips against the swell of her breast then nip her soft flesh. “What did you think about when you were getting off?”
“You.”
The way she says that one word unleashes a current of desire under my skin. “What did I do to you?”
“It was what I did to you.”
That stops me. I raise my face. “What did you do to me?”
In a flash, her hand darts out, and she presses it against my hard-on, palming my dick through my jeans. I hiss. Fuck, that feels good.
“Got down on my knees and took you in my mouth,” she answers, and my dick is practically ready to smack me upside the head for ditching the protection. What was I thinking, wanting to be patient? I want to be inside her for the rest of the night. I want to go through one, two, three condoms or more. She is so fucking hot, and my mind is swimming in a sea of lust.
“Is that something you want to do? Something you want me to include in our lesson plan?” I bring my hands to her sexy little shorts and pop open the button, then tug down the zipper.
Her hips wriggle. “Yes. So much. I want to give it to you exactly how you want it. I want to do all my homework.”
I’ve never looked forward to an assignment so much. Because with her tongue is exactly how I want a blow job.
But not now.
I meet her gaze and arch an eyebrow. “Good to know. Now you have to wait for it. Because I told you I was taking care of you first, and I’m not changing my mind, princess, just because you’re so fucking wound up for me.”
“I’m so wound up,” she says, clasping my face, running her hands over my beard like she did that night on the street outside her home. I wonder briefly if she was touching me then in an exploration, like she is now, with fire in her fingertips, with lust thrumming in her body, with this same dose of raging hormones that I feel.
“Have you ever come more than once?”
“In a day?”
I roll my eyes, laughing briefly. “No. I’m going to presume those busy fingers have polished the pearl more than once in a day. Let’s say, in a thirty-minute timespan. As in, one right after the other?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think I can.”
“First time for everything.”
I yank her shorts to her knees, and they fall to the floor. She steps out of them, and I inch back to look at her. I drag a hand over my jaw. She’s so stunning. Her legs are long and toned. Her panties are black lace with a tiny pink bow on the front. It’s dainty and sexy at the same time. And it’s for me.
My temperature shoots through the roof.
“So you were so worked up you couldn’t wait,” I say, as if I’m musing on the topic. I drag my hand down her belly then under her shirt. My fingers trace her soft stomach.
She trembles as I touch her. “I was so wet, Nick.”
I hum and breathe out hard. “I bet you’re still wet. I bet you’re even wetter now that I’m here. Is that right?”
She swallows and nods. “Find out,” she says, rocking her hips into me, rubbing against me.
Goddamn, this woman is a livewire. She’s crackling everywhere. This is how I want her. Ready to shatter. My fingers turn south, and I toy with the little bow. Her eyes blaze with desire, a hot, wild neediness. I dip a finger inside the waistband, brushing over the curls of hair on her mound. She gasps as I slide my fingers between her legs.
Lust slams into me from all corners, as if it’s invading my every cell. Because she is so fucking wet. So slick. “Look at you. Look at how wet you get, even after you come,” I say as I glide my fingers through heaven.
As I stroke her slippery sweetness, she grabs at my arms, curling her fingers around my biceps. Her breath paints my cheek. Her wetness coats my fingers as I glide them over her pussy lips then up to the soft rise of her clit. When I touch her there, her moan is desperate.
“Did it feel like this when you fucked yourself a few minutes ago?”
She shakes her head.
I rub faster over her swollen clit. “Like that?”
She rocks against my hand. “No. Not even close.”
My fingers explore her more, sliding over her silky heat. The fact that she’s this turned on drives me wild. “How long did it take you? When you sucked my cock a few minutes ago?”
“Not long,” she pants, her nails digging into my arms, her body rocking into me.
My God, I haven’t even pushed a finger into her, and she’s flying to the edge. Her legs are shaking, her breath is coming fast, and her eyes squeeze shut.