Mari's Mistake - Ruby Dixon Page 0,59

too. Everything in me tenses as he eases a finger along my folds, and then pauses. "I do not know how to touch you here. What do you like?"

I want to give him the trite old line of “I like all of it, everything is good,” but in this case, it's about making me come, not about easing his worries. So I take his gloved hand in mine and show him my clit. "I usually rub this to come," I tell him. "The sides of it. And I put a finger inside me, too."

He studies his glove. "No fingers inside you with this on, I think."

"Just touch my clit," I reassure him. "If I can come, that will do the trick." I hope. God, I hope.

I shift uneasily as he begins to touch me, looking for just the right reaction. His fingers glide over my clit, slippery with lotion, and I let out a pent-up breath because that feels…good. I relax a little, easing back against him, enjoying the stroking of his glove against my most sensitive parts.

To my surprise, T'chai lightly taps his finger against my clit. I jerk, surprised at the sensation that rockets through me. "Oh."

"Should I stop?"

I shake my head. "N-no." I squirm against his legs, digging my fingers into his leathers as he rubs my clit with small, tight strokes, finding a pattern that makes my breathing erratic and my body restless. I rock against his hand, helpless to do anything but follow the sensations. I need this. I need this. I need this.

T'chai leans in so close, his breath whispering against my ear. "You are wet now. So wet and slippery. Is this good? Or should I stop?"

I let out a low cry and put my hand over his, silent encouragement that he should keep going.

He rumbles with pleasure, his glove moving faster as it glides over my now slick pussy. I grind against his movements, panting, needy, chasing the build of an orgasm. I can feel it, just teetering at the edge of things, but it doesn't come right away. The more he touches me, the more it feels as if it keeps building, but nothing is happening. I'm just needy and full of yearning and I can't get there.

My frustration mounts, and I'm about to give up when T'chai's teeth graze my ear. "Look at how beautiful you are, my perfect mate. Listen to the wet sounds your cunt makes for my hand. You please me so much, my Mari." And he nips at the shell of my ear.

It's that small bite—and his words—that wring out the smallest, most hard-fought orgasm ever. It's not pretty or graceful or perfect, but it's mine and it's the first one I've had in a long, long time, and I wheeze as I clench and shudder with my body's response. It feels brutal as it courses through me, as if my body's protesting this response, but when everything finally unclenches, I feel drained. Relaxed.

Satisfied. Finally.

I feel like I've accomplished something again, as silly as that sounds. Like I've regained a piece of me that was missing.

T'chai nuzzles at my hair. "I am so proud of you."

It's ridiculous. I know it's ridiculous, but for some reason, his words fill me with emotion, and a sob chokes from my throat.

"Shhh. I have you." T'chai wraps his arms around me, holding me in a bear hug against his chest. "You did very well, my mate. You have nothing to be upset over."

I just keep crying, holding onto his arms. I don't even care that my cootie is sending skitters of wrongwrongwrong through me, like his scent is a bit too much, his touch a little too possessive. This is a release, and one I didn't realize I needed so badly until now. So I cry, getting out all of the pent-up emotion out of my system, until my tears are spent and I'm hiccupping and exhausted, curled in his arms. And T'chai—the world's most patient male—just holds me and supports me.

We can make this work. We can. If we have to use gloves and creativity, we'll do it. Whatever it takes, we can still be a team. That makes me happy. So happy. A weight feels as if it's lifting off my shoulders, and I press a kiss to T'chai's arm. "Thank you."

"It was my pleasure." He nuzzles at my hair again, all touchy-feely, and I realize I'm still resting against his very erect cock as it presses against