When he dragged his hand up to her torso and wiggled his fingers inside her shorts and panties, she gripped the sheets on both sides with her fists.
“Oh God, Kenz. You are so wet, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good. Just relax. Let go.” His words sounded distant. Her ears were ringing.
She silently pleaded with him to touch her more. She wasn’t sure where, but somewhere. He was taking too long. He held her panties away from her body with the back of his hand and finally stroked a finger through the opening to her pussy.
She writhed. Unable to stop herself, she lifted both knees and dug her heels into the mattress.
He added another finger and dipped them inside her. “So tight. Oh God, Kenz.” His breath sounded harsh, his words guttural.
Suddenly he pushed the two fingers in deep and pressed his palm against her clit. She nearly exploded. Panting, she gripped his forearm with one hand, holding him in place.
He didn’t acknowledge her tight hold. She knew he was stronger than her. She wouldn’t be able to pull him away or push him closer if he didn’t desire it.
He held those two fingers inside her and stroked the front of her channel.
“Drake…”
“So hot, baby. So perfect. Let it go.” He murmured the words into her ear, so close she could feel his breath, and it sent a chill down her body.
Let what go? She was so close … to what? The tension continued to build while he stroked her pussy. When he pulled his fingers out, she wanted to scream. No.
Instead, she bit her lip and lifted her hips toward him.
He chuckled into her earlobe. “I’m right here, baby. Just feel.” He dragged his fingers through the opening again, gathering her moisture, and then he stroked up and flicked over her clit.
She moaned. Holy shit.
“That’s it, baby. Let it go. Concentrate on the feeling in your tight little clit.” He flicked again and again now, in rapid succession. Over and over until she thought she’d burst with unknown need. “Come for me, Kenzie.”
She gritted her teeth against the need, holding herself just on the edge of sanity.
He spoke again, his words demanding. “Kenzie, come. You can do it. Let it go. Don’t hold it in. It’ll drive you crazy. Come. Now.”
On that last word, she shattered. Her pussy clenched and pulsed as she squealed unintelligibly. She gripped his arm tighter as he continued to stroke her little nub, gradually slowing until she flinched when the contact became sensitive.
He must have known because he circled her clit with a finger, abandoning the sensitive spot. “So beautiful… Thank you.”
She blinked her eyes open and found him staring at her face. “For what?” she rasped.
He smiled and removed his hand from her shorts. “For giving me that. I know it was hard for you. Your first orgasm?”
She nodded.
“I feel so humbled.”
“And hard,” she muttered. His thick cock pressed into her thigh.
He raised an eyebrow. After a second, he grinned broader. “Yeah, well, you do that to me. It’s not going to change in the near future.”
She flushed. What was the protocol for post-orgasmic bliss with one’s intended mate? Did she need to return the favor? She shivered. She didn’t have the foggiest idea how to go about that.
“Don’t panic,” he began. “I can take care of myself for now. Let’s just concentrate on you, okay?”
She swallowed. Her arms still shook from the intense orgasm as though blood flow hadn’t resumed to her extremities.
He cupped her sex again and stroked her through the cotton barrier.
She couldn’t believe how aroused she still was. She wriggled from under him, separating herself from his hand and his leg.
He let her go. “Why don’t you take a shower, and I’ll fix us something to eat, and then take you on a tour.”
“’K.” She couldn’t look at him. When would she stop being so embarrassed? Instead, she climbed from the bed and left the room as though there were a fire. He’d given her an escape. On purpose?
She headed for the guest bath, practically jogging, shut the door behind her, and leaned against it still heaving for air. What had she done? She touched her nipples through her T-shirt and moaned. They were still hard and tender. Her pussy still ached. Even though she’d just come—on command—she still needed more. Ugh.
Pulling herself to standing, she glanced in the mirror. She looked disheveled. Tangled locks of hair hung around her flushed face. Her lips were swollen.
Instead of dwelling on what she’d done, she flipped the shower on, pleased to find the water heating almost instantly. In seconds she was naked and standing under the cascade of water. It felt fantastic and stopped the shivering, but not the need. With shaky fingers, she reached between her legs and felt for the nub of what had just brought her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced.