His palms are pressed against my stomach and he’s rubbing his thumbs back and forth, right against the underside of my breasts, and the only thing he’s making me right now is really, really needy.
“Nervous? Yeah right. Like you could make me nervous. You sure think very highly of yourself,” I scoff, my breath catching when one of his palms slides down my stomach, over my hip and down my thigh.
The tips of his fingers start drawing tiny, feather light circles against my skin, right where the hem of my dress stops, and all I can think about is grabbing his hand and pushing it up under my dress.
“You make me nervous, if it’s any consolation,” he whispers against my ear before gently pulling my earlobe between his teeth.
His words and the nibbling he’s doing on my ear makes my knees start to shake, and I smack my hands down on the counter in front of me to hold myself up.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I kind of like you,” he continues, his fingers still playing with the skin of my thigh as the circles he’s drawing start getting bigger and bigger, pulling the skirt of my dress up higher and higher each time he makes an upward arch.
“I kind of like you too. You’re not as . . . annoying as . . . I thought you . . . were.” I try to keep the stutter out of my voice, but it’s impossible when those finger circles have made it all the way up under my dress, and the tips of his fingers keep skimming over the lace edge of my thong.
“Your sarcasm and take-no-shit attitude makes me hard,” he says softly, stressing this point by bending his knees and pushing his hips until I can feel just how hard he is against my ass. “But your sweetness is like a kick right to the fucking gut, and it takes the air out of my goddamn lungs. I’m nervous because I don’t want to mess this up.”
Holy shit. . . .
I let out a small groan and my head falls back against his shoulder as his hand slides up under my dress, his palm resting on my lower stomach with his fingers dipping into the top edge of my thong.
“I think I’ve used up my sweet quota for the day. And if you tell anyone and ruin my street cred, I will murder you in your sleep,” I tell him as his fingers inch further inside my underwear until I want to scream at him to fucking touch me already.
He tightens his arm around my waist, holding me securely against him, his hand just barely under the front edge of my thong holding steady, like he’s waiting for me to say the word.
WORD, WORD, WORD, ALL THE FUCKING WORDS!
“Tell me what you want, Ariel. Sweet or hard?” he whispers, bending his head and grazing his teeth over that spot on my neck that makes the pulsing between my legs almost unbearable. I want to rub my thighs together for some relief.
“I don’t give a shit, just move your fucking hand!”
That came out a lot bitchier than I wanted it to, but Jesus God, man, a woman can only take so much.
Before I can take my next breath, his hand is diving fully under my thong and he plunges two fingers inside me.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, both of my hands flying off the counter to cling tightly to his forearm wrapped around my waist.
He holds his fingers deep, keeping them still as he teases my clit with the pad of his thumb, gentle strokes up and down, up and down, until I start whimpering and my hips start rocking against his hand.
“Goddamn, you feel so fucking good,” he murmurs against my neck, in between kisses and nibbles.
My nails dig into his forearm when he slowly drags his fingers out of me before thrusting them right back. I’m panting and moaning, and my hips are churning against his hand as he slowly pumps in and out of me, his thumb never stopping the gentle strokes against my clit.
With each push of his hand between my thighs I feel every ounce of nervousness and doubt being pushed further and further back in my mind until I can’t even remember what I was so anxious about. He touches me like he’s been doing this forever. Like he can read my mind and knows exactly what I need. His thumb works against me with just the right amount of pressure, never stopping, never switching up the motion, just stroking me like a fucking expert on my vagina.
The throbbing in my pussy grows and grows as his fingers pump faster and harder inside of me, until my hips are jerking erratically and unintelligible noises are flying out of my mouth with each panting breath I take.