Don't Need You - Lilian Monroe Page 0,50

the jewel hooked into my belly button. My core clenches gently at his touch, excitement running through me as I watch Kit’s expression.

He looks happy. Sated. Totally enthralled by my pleasure—a fact that excites me more than I can say. He came because of my orgasm. Because of the mess I made. We stay motionless for a few more seconds and my gaze drifts down to the remnants of his seed splashed across his stomach.

I did that. Not directly, but it was because of me. He enjoyed making me come. Liked seeing the wetness gush out of me. Didn’t even touch himself until I’d been satisfied.

I let out a sigh, shaking my head. “I’ve never done that before,” I say, not even sure what I’m referring to. Being held with one hand as I grinded on the other? Had three thick fingers inside me and liked it? Squirted?

Kit’s lips tug in a tired smile. “I hope it’s not the last time either,” he says, arching an eyebrow.

I bite my lip, meeting his gaze. “Me too.”

And it’s the truth. After so many years of being embarrassed by my own body. Embarrassed of my pleasure. Ashamed of the physical needs inside me, this feels…incredible. Like a whole world is opening up in front of me, one where I can ask for pleasure instead of just giving it. One where my needs are just as important as my partner’s.

One where, apparently, I can squirt.

Kit smiles, sitting up to lay a soft kiss on my lips. “Let’s shower,” he says, scooping me up and setting me down on my feet. He intertwines his fingers in mine and leads me to the bathroom.

19

Kit

My heart jumps as Serena strips off her sweats, kicking them to the side. Her cheeks are pink, and there’s a flush spreading over her neck and chest. She glances at me, biting her lip. I wipe the last of my orgasm off my stomach with a tissue and meet her gaze with a grin.

“What?” I ask, letting my own pants drop to the floor.

“A guy hasn’t seen me naked in a long time,” she says after a pause, her eyes dropping down as her eyelashes fan over her cheeks. I let out a sigh, my eyes sweeping down her gorgeous, curvy body. Her arms are wrapped around her middle as if she’s trying to hide herself. Goosebumps sweep over her skin in the cool bathroom, and I take a step closer to wrap my arms around her.

“Do you want to shower by yourself?” I ask softly, tilting her chin up toward my face.

Serena lets out a soft breath, her shoulders softening. She drops her arms and shakes her head. “No.”

I smile, kissing her softly, running my hands over her body. Her arms unfurl and wrap around me, running down to feel the curve of my ass. I like the way she touches me, as if she’s discovering something new. My cock likes it, too, judging by the fact that I’m getting hard again already. I kiss her once more, then turn to the shower and turn on the water. I test it with my hand for a few seconds, then step inside. The big, rain shower head pours over us and I pull Serena under, letting the water warm our chilled bodies.

She lets out a sigh, sweeping her hands over my chest. A smile tugs at her lips. “Did you really like that? What we did out there?”

I almost choke, staring at her. “Did I like it?” I ask, grinning. “Did you see the obscene amount of jizz that shot out of me?”

Serena giggles, that sexy little blush warming her cheeks. “Is that not normal for you?”

“Not any more normal than what you did.” I cup her cheeks and kiss her. God, I can’t get enough of her lips. Ever since I’ve met her, it’s been all I’ve thought about. Just dreaming about her body, her lips, her kiss. Now that I have her in my arms, I don’t want to let her go.

I run my tongue across the seam of her lips until she parts them for me, melting into my embrace. We shared something out there. Something special. It binds us in a way I can’t explain. Not yet.

Nagging at the back of my mind, though, is the shadow of her brother. I’m doing exactly the same thing Finn did, and shame nips at my heart. I shove it down. I’ll deal with it later.

Serena reaches for the body wash