‘Oh yes.’
He grinned. His hands rolled over the top of her thighs and his elbows slid between her knees, pressing them open. Her skirt sat well above her knees, and he took his time rolling it even higher until her intimate place was fully exposed.
He teased his fingers across the skin above her stockings. He let his thumbs trail across her mound. And while he was still grinning at her, he let his fingers delve into places she had only begun to explore.
‘It is better with you,’ she said.
‘Don’t forget that,’ he said, pride in his tone.
And then, to her great pleasure, he thrust a thumb inside her. In it pressed, thick and sweet. She groaned to feel it, her back arching. It wasn’t her most sensitive place. She had learned that spot well. But this was good, and she loved it.
‘You like that,’ he said.
‘Don’t preen.’
‘I’m appreciating.’
His other thumb joined the first, pushing in, widening even as she squeezed.
‘Ah,’ he said happily. ‘You are strong.’
She squeezed him again, and he responded by stroking his thumbs upwards. He separated her folds, he pushed upwards, and then he rolled across that sensitive place.
Sensation shot through her body. She arched off the berth, her head thrown back.
‘Pinch your nipples,’ he said, his voice rough.
Her breasts were flattened beneath shift and stays, but she knew how to please him. While she held his gaze, she pulled her breasts out, showing them to him while she moved them in a way she liked.
And he liked.
His eyes grew dark, and he licked his lips. She pretended his mouth was on her breasts, sucking as he once had. And while lightning shot through her body from breast to womb, he stroked her nub. Her belly clenched, her legs trembled, and her muscles tightened around…around…his fingers?
She hadn’t the awareness to understand what he was doing. Two fingers? Three? Pushed inside her, stretching her while she undulated above him.
So close.
So exquisite.
And then he stopped. She strained forwards, but his hands were on her thighs. She couldn’t move where she wanted. She couldn’t force him to continue.
Her hands fell away from her chest. She gripped the mattress as she strained forwards, but he held her off. He held her still, and she nearly sobbed as the tension hovered, hovered, and then began to fade.
What was he doing? Why—
He pressed a kiss to her knee. And then another to the top of her stocking on her inner thigh. She was so open, so hungry that there was room for him there. Room for him to trace his tongue higher.
Further.
There.
His tongue pushed in where his fingers had been.
She didn’t know what to think. The act was so intimate, so different, she couldn’t at first comprehend it. But then she lost herself to the sensations.
He tasted her everywhere. He held her open as he explored her. Fingers, tongue. Sweet heaven, he was everywhere.
She lost track of what was his tongue, what were his fingers. She lost herself to the feelings. And then he pressed upwards. He found her most sensitive place. He licked her while she gasped.