“I’m sorry.” Another kiss to her shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” Then the other shoulder.
“Jamie.” It’s a whine and a moan all at once.
Her hips roll up, grinding against my hardened cock, but I don’t take my boxers off. Nothing about tonight should be about me. This needs to be all about her.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe before closing my mouth over one of her perfect pink nipples. I suck gently, then harder, rolling the tight peak against my tongue.
She gasps, her back bowing off the mattress as my hand drifts lower across the soft plane of her stomach. I slide it beneath her thin cotton panties, feeling the fabric clinging to her already damp center.
Repent.
That’s all I want to do right now. She deserves it.
I groan low against her chest, letting my fingers roam her slick pussy.
She shudders when I find her clit, and I circle it once, letting the pad of my finger drag through her wetness before pressing just firm enough to make her hips jerk.
The panties stretch tight across my wrist as I dip deeper and slide my middle finger along her entrance, coating it in her arousal before slipping inside.
Fuck.
I lift my mouth from her nipple just long enough to rasp against the wet peak, “You’re so fucking wet for me, Tiff.” Then I’m back on her, sucking harder, teeth grazing lightly while my hand keeps that rhythm with her hips, my fingers plunging, thumb circling, every stroke drawing another broken sound from her throat.
She winces the second I try to add a second finger.
I freeze instantly, my mouth still latched to her nipple as I lift my eyes to hers. “Too much?”
She bites her bottom lip, her breathing shallow. “It’s just… I’m a little sore from last night.”
“We can stop,” I say immediately.
“No.” her hand grips my arm, keeping my fingers in place. “I don’t want to stop. I just…we might need to go slow.”
I nod, slowing my hand and using my thumb to focus on her clit instead. “Okay. Slow.”
She’s breathing heavily, but I can tell she’s in her head.
“Will you show me?” I ask quietly. “Show me what feels good for you right now.”
“Uh, I don’t know how I’d show you.”
I feel her pussy clench around my fingers as her entire body tenses.
It shouldn’t feel as good as it does.
“Don’t you touch yourself?”
“Jamie.”
“What?” I ask innocently, smiling against her skin. “You’re not a robot, Tiff. Just because you have a child doesn't mean you don't have needs.” I take her nipple in my mouth, giving it another teasing bite before continuing.
She huffs a nervous laugh. “Yeah. I do.”
Good.
I move down, kissing the valley between her breasts. “Then will you show me how you like it? Let me watch. I want to see what feels good for you.”