Page 8 of One More Night

His palm crosses my ass, a sting pulsing in its wake in tempo with the desire that courses from low in my gut straight down to my wet and willing pussy. I swear to God, if he doesn’t stick that cock in me within the next few minutes, I’ll—

Holy hell. My hands clasp at the bedding, a guttural groan filling the room as I close my eyes and ride the high his fingers give me. Two digits, sunk to the hilt, indulge my needy cunt.

“So damn wet and pretty.”

He pulls his fingers out slowly, stroking every goddamn nerve on the way. My legs quake as he then spreads his fingertips and runs them either side of my pussy, massaging the swollen folds.

“I wonder how you taste?” he muses. “Sweet? Or sinful?” A throaty chuckle sounds before he adds. “Both, I imagine.”

He pushes his fingers back inside, quickly assuming a steady and firm pace as he brings me to the brink of climax. My eyes stay closed, my hands flexing in the bedding in an effort to save myself from breaking his unspoken rules and reaching back to touch him. Every goddamn nerve in my belly, legs, and right down to my toes fires when he rests the thumb of his free hand against the rose of my ass, his palm pressed on my tailbone.

Fuck. Yes.

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Corinne.” His thumb presses a little harder, his fingers slamming into me hard enough now that his knuckles bruise my pussy. “You’re not the only one with a good memory.”

What?

The first wave of my climax robs me of reason as he leans forward, resting his back against mine while his fingers continue to ply my pussy.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I first saw you at your brother’s birthday party.” He whispers the words in my ear before taking my lobe between his teeth and adding, “Even if you were only sixteen.”