I gasped, turning my head to bury it in the bicep that was curled around my neck, and bit down lightly.
Or hard.
I wasn’t even sure at that point.
All I knew was that I was feeling things that I’d never felt before in my life.
I’d gotten myself off before.
I wasn’t completely dumb.
I knew what it would feel like—or, at least, I thought I had.
But the orgasm that I gave myself, and the orgasm that Banner gave me, were two completely different things.
It was like comparing little league to the major leagues.
Professional football, to pee-wee football.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his finger stopping the swirl on my clit to focus on swirling it once again around my entrance.
I licked my lips and thought about whether I should answer him truthfully.
“Umm,” I hesitated. “I was thinking about how different the orgasms I give myself and the one that you just gave me are.”
He growled. “You touch yourself?”
I felt my face heat as my hips lifted on their own volition, chasing his finger that wouldn’t quite push through my entrance.
“Yes.” I paused. “More so lately since I met you.”
He moved until I was flat on my back, and he was poised over the top of me. My legs were somehow kicked up high and wide to make room for his body, and he was staring down at me.
At least, I thought he was.
He could be looking at the wall for all I knew, but I was just assuming that he wasn’t.
My nipples pebbled, and my breathing rose with my excitement.
“What do you want from me, Perry?” he asked gruffly.
I couldn’t stop myself from lifting my hand and running it down the length of his belly.
He had abs.
Lots and lots of abs.
I stopped when my hand met the waistband of his boxer briefs.
He sucked his stomach in slightly, likely on reflex, and the tips of my fingers barely slipped inside.
I could feel the wiry rasp of his pubic hairs with the tips of my fingers, and I couldn’t help myself from slowly allowing them to slip just a bit more inside.
I froze when his finger slipped inside my entrance, not realizing that I’d allowed my hand to go just a bit too far inside until I was feeling the root of his penis with the pads of my first two fingers.
We both went deathly still.
“I have exactly one condom,” he said, startling me.
I swallowed hard.
“I’m on the pill,” I admitted. “I’ve been on it for a really long time.”
“How long?” he asked, sounding a bit strangled.
I moved my hand forward until all of my fingers were now touching him.
He pushed his finger in slightly deeper.
I removed my hand completely, causing his finger to twitch, as if he was about to do the same thing to me, but he didn’t want to leave just yet.
“A long time,” I admitted. “Like, years. I started my period early. It was horrendous. So they started me on it when I was like thirteen.”
He moved until his face was only inches away from my face, then against my lips he said, “Lucky me.”
Then he sank his finger so deep inside of me that I nearly came off the bed in surprise.
It felt… divine.
There were no other words to describe how I felt.
My finger and his finger were definitely not one and the same.
“I… I…” I stuttered, unsure what I was trying to say, or what I wanted.
He slowly moved his finger in and out of me, going so slow that I thought I was going to come unhinged.
“Banner…” I whispered. “I… I…”
“Two words.” He chuckled, moving down so he could move his lips against the length of my throat. “Getting better.”
I would’ve rolled my eyes if he wasn’t completely right.
My brain had short circuited.
“Banner,” I whispered, latching onto his neck and bringing his entire body down to meet mine. “I’m going to kill you.”
He laughed silently against my neck, his hand still down my pants as he slowly worked that single finger in and out of me.
“It’s getting late,” he said. “We should probably just stop.”
I really was going to kill him.
Taking his hair into my hands, I yanked him down to my mouth and kissed him with everything I had.
His finger inside of me went from one finger to two, and suddenly I could feel the heel of his hand on my clit, pressing lightly.
“Oh, god,” I breathed as he pulled back. “More. I need more.”
He smiled against my chin, brushing those petal soft lips against me as he spoke.
“I’ll give you more as soon as you’re ready for it,” he murmured. “Don’t want to terrify you to the point of never doing this again. You’re like potato chips.”
I started to laugh against his throat. “You can’t have me just once?”
“Exactly,” he murmured, pulling his fingers free of my sex and bringing them up to run on either side of my clit.