My hand drags down before he can finish. I know what he wants. And if he doesn’t, fuck it, I’m doing it anyway. The sheet shifts as my hand moves, baring my chest as I drag it halfway down my stomach.

Nova sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. If I could draw for shit, I’d spend hours drawing you. Like that scene in Titanic. Naked and glorious.”

“Really? Naked and spread out, and you’d only want to draw me?”

Nova’s eyes rake across my naked skin. He shakes his head. “You’re right. I want my hands all over you. My fingers in you. My tongue tasting your desire. Say the word and I’ll come over there and give you the best damn orgasm you’ve ever had without a dick in you.”

It’s a tempting suggestion. I glance down at the tent in his sheet, remembering the sight of his erection from last time. Damn, his offer is intriguing. I almost take him up on it. “Next time,” I tell him as I slide a pair of fingers into my opening, gasping at the overwhelming sensation. “I’m so close . . .”

“Fuck,” Nova groans, his hand jerking harder under the sheet. “How wet are you?”

“Soaked,” I moan, gaining speed as I slide my fingers in and out of myself.

“Can you match my rhythm?”

I nod, hurrying my pace to match his, hoping he doesn’t expect me to last much longer. My climax is fast approaching, threatening to crash into me like an ocean wave.

A minute later, it hits. My back arches, toes curl, and my free hand clenches at the sheet as I cry out between waves of pleasure. My cunt is still pulsing when Nova follows me over the edge, jerking himself hard under the sheet before shuddering and groaning with his own release.

We both lie there for a few minutes, catching our breath as we come down from our climaxes. Our panting, sated gazes fall on one another from across the divide. His eyes are full of wonder and adoration, as if I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. It’s like I’ve given him the best gift by being here with him. It warms me to my still fluttering core. The asshat looked at me with lust filled eyes, but I doubt he found me half as beautiful as Nova does. No, Bryce seemed to think he was doing me a favor by sleeping with me. Nova’s look tells me how much more he wants to do, but he wants to do it for me. And he’ll wait for as long as I need him to.

Until he grimaces. “I, um, need to clean up,” he says. “It’s a little messy under here. Can I get you anything?” I laugh and wave him toward the bathroom.

I’ll go clean up when he’s done. Except I’m still cupping myself as he climbs out of bed. Then I’m stroking myself as he turns and heads for the bathroom, his firm ass on clear, wonderful display.

When he returns, I’m already getting worked up for more. He makes it all of two steps before he notices what I’m doing. Time seems to stand still for a moment, both of us locked in a moment of indecision. On the one hand, I could stop what I’m doing, put on my T-shirt, and get some sleep. On the other . . .

“No sex,” I say. Confusion crosses his face. “No sex,” I repeat.

A playful grin crosses his face. “No sex,” he promises.

I toss the sheet aside, exposing my naked core to him. “Well, then, what else can you do with your hands?”

For the next hour, he shows me exactly what his hands can do. What his lips can do. And the things he does with his tongue? Fuck me. By the time we’re drifting off to sleep, tangled up in each other’s embrace, I’m more satisfied than I have been in months.

And yes, he did indeed give me the best orgasms I’ve ever had without a dick in me.

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