thighs, and I find myself spreading my legs for him. “But we’re so comfy here,” he breathes.
I close my eyes. Now, I can’t seem to move…can’t seem to think straight.
He pulls down the thin strap of my summer dress, and kisses my shoulder softly. “I was thinking about you last night, when Greg and I were playing cards.”
I was thinking about you too.
His tongue trails down my collarbone as his hand presses softly against my sex, over the cotton of my panties. “Remember when we used to play cards in my dorm room in college?”
I smile at the memory. “How can I forget?”
“You used to always win and I’d have to give you a back rub.”
I close my eyes, feeling the pressure building in me. Part of me wants him to take it further and take off my panties. He seems to be taking things slowly. “But you’d always turn it into more,” I remind him with a playful smile.
“I did,” he laughs softly against my ear. “I always ended up fingering you, didn’t I?”
Damn. He’s officially turning me on. There’s no going back now. “You did.”
His mouth tugs at my ear. “You liked it?”
“I think you know the answer to that,” I breathe, the words almost inaudible. Oh God, I did. I loved it.
He toys with the trim of my cotton panties, playing with me. “Do you still like it?”
“I do,” I tell him, and the words come out high-pitched, almost pleading, like I’m just about to beg.
He trails his finger, skirts the edges of my curls, teasing. “It’s been ages since I’ve done that to you.”
“It has...”
He pulls his hand away and trails it back to my thigh, and I almost want to kill him. He cannot tease me like that.
“You know why I used to do it so much?”
I slide my hand under his shirt and feel the heat of his stomach. He’s not the only one who can play. “Because I liked it?”
He laughs. His breath is warm against my neck. “Well, that too, but it was more because I wanted to get you off before we had sex because…” He laughs — his adorable off-kilter smile stretches wide across his face. “Remember, I only lasted about fifteen seconds back then.”
I smile at the memory. “Yes, I remember,” I tell him, kissing his rough beard. “You’ve definitely improved in that department.”
His hand makes its way back to my panties. “Yeah, but I haven’t had you for so long, I probably wouldn’t be any better tonight.”
I bite my lip. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to…” I trail off and swallow hard.
He smiles, a devilish look on his face. “Finger you?”
I nod a yes and he smiles. I’m not quite sure if he’s being serious or just kidding around, if he’s teasing, but then…
He finally slips his hand under the cotton. His hand is warm and feels rough against the softness of my sex.
I close my eyes at the wonderful sensation of his fingers sliding slowly against me. He stares at me as he touches me. It’s dark, but the moonlight gives off enough light for me to see the expression on his face — intense, playful — I can tell he’s seriously turned on.
He slides his fingers down and presses them inside, hard and deep. “Damn, Ella, you’re so wet.”
“We’ve been…” I breathe, barely able to speak, “talking about this for five minutes... what… did you…”
I grab onto him and slide my free hand under his navel, trailing my fingers along the band of his pants, teasing him. As he touches me still, I undo his fly and reach for him.
He groans into my mouth. “I’ve got a pretty serious stiffy going,” he mumbles against my lips.
My smile presses against his mouth. “Yes, I can see that.”
He presses the palm of his hand into me in long hard pushes, the up-and-down movements of his arm hidden under the blanket.
I just let go. I want to be young and free again…wild. I want to forget about everything else. About all my problems. I want to pretend they don’t exist. I just want to feel pleasure, if only for a minute. I haven’t let myself have pleasure in weeks — I’ve been strong. But in his skilled hands, my body is silently screaming. “Don’t stop,” I whisper.
Any thread of composure I had left is lost as I hold on to him tight, my face buried in the cotton of his shirt. I press down hard against his hand,