My desire to contemplate his mental state fades as he runs his thumb over my nipple.
The friction of his digit sends desire straight to my core.
It’s been a long, long time since anyone has touched me like this. There was only my not-really-a-boyfriend sophomore year. We made out a lot. But never like this.
This is something else.
This is everything.
He draws slow circles around my nipple. Again and again and again.
I groan into his mouth.
Rock my hips against his.
He brings his other hand to my breast. Toys with my other nipple just as mercilessly.
Slow circles. So soft I barely feel them.
I pull back to moan.
He looks up at me with rapt attention. Like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen.
It’s intoxicating. A million times better than alcohol.
A million times better than anything.
“Fuck, Daisy. You’re responsive.”
“Is that bad?”
“Fuck no.” He presses his lips to my neck. A soft kiss. Then another. He draws a trail of them down my neck, collarbone, chest. “I wish I had the patience to toy with you properly.”
The demanding tone to his voice makes my sex clench.
“You’ve never been with anyone?”
“Never.” My cheeks flush. Which is ridiculous. I’m naked in his lap. And he knows I’m a virgin. But it still makes me shy. I’d say I need more bourbon, but there’s no way I’m moving off him.
“Nothing?”
“Just… above the waist.”
He lets out a groan that’s half agony, half ecstasy. Brings his hands to my hips. In one swift motion, he pulls my body up, bringing my nipple to his mouth. “This?” His lips brush my flesh.
“A little.”
“You’re gonna kill me, baby.”
The term of endearment makes my sex clench. “Holden—”
“Can’t think of a better way to die.” He takes my nipple into his mouth.
It’s different than his hand. Softer. Wetter. All-encompassing.
He flicks his tongue against me. Softly. Then harder. Then so softly I barely feel it.
I reach for him. For whatever I can get.
My nails scrape his neck. His chest.
I slip my hand under his t-shirt. Press my palm to his bare skin. There’s something about the feeling of his flesh against my hand.
He takes my nipple into his mouth. Sucks hard.
I have to tug at his hair to stay upright.
“Tell me if I go too fast,” he groans.
“Okay.”
“If anything is too much.”
I nod.
“Don’t hold back. Whatever you’re feeling, I want to hear it. Good or bad.” He moves to my other nipple.
I yelp as he takes my flesh into his mouth. Then it’s the soft scrape of his teeth. “Oh my God.”
“Like that.” He does it again, but harder.
“Fuck.” My eyes press together. My fingers dig into his skin. It’s so much. It’s all so much. My world is already upside down and all I have are his hands and lips. How am I going to survive more?
How am I going to survive without more?
I’m so empty. I’ve never felt that before. But I do. I need to be full. “Holden—”
“Yeah, baby?”
I can say it. I can. “I… uh…”
“Too much?”
“No.”
“More?”
“Perfect.”
He does it again. That hard scrape of his teeth. Just enough to hurt in the best possible way.
Just enough to send desire racing through my veins.
My sex clenches. I’m already wound so tight. I need release. I need him. “I… I need you inside me.”
“Fuck.” He looks up at me, his eyes hazy with lust. “Daisy…” His breath is heady. Needy. “Show me.”
“What?”
“How you touch yourself.”
“Oh.” My eyes go wide. I… I can’t. That’s different than being naked in his lap. It’s too much. Too intimate. Too mine.
But then, there’s something about the need in his eyes.
And the ache between my legs.
I nod okay. Hold his gaze as I slip my hand between my legs. “Hold me steady.”
He brings his hands to my hips.
I run my index finger over my clit. Then the middle. Ring.
A little lower. To the left.
There.
I start with a slow stroke right where I need it. Then a little faster.
A little harder.
He watches with rapt attention. Like I’m the Mona Lisa. Like I’m his favorite scene in his favorite movie.
It’s new. But good.
It makes my entire body buzz.
I move a little faster. A little harder. Until I’m right at the pressure I need.
“Fuck.” My eyes close. My nails dig into his shoulders.
It’s so much. More than when I’m alone.
Almost too much.
But somehow not enough too.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His fingers dig into my hips. “You close, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Show me.” His nails scrape my skin. “Come for me.”
Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I… He… Oh my God…
I stare back at him for a moment. Until it’s too much.
My eyes close.
My finger glides over my skin.
It’s a familiar rhythm. But it’s different with him watching.
I wind tighter.
Tighter.
Tighter than I ever have before.
So tight I’m about to burst.
I tug at his shoulder.
Groan his name as I push myself over the edge.
My sex pulses as I come.