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He smiles, though his face is tight with need.
“You’ve made yourself come before, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I say in a half-whisper.
“Use me, Daisy. Any way you want to. And let me watch you get yourself off.”
I’m not sure how that’s going to work, but I just want to feel him everywhere.
I roll my hips forward, sliding up the underside of that thick, hard length.
My cheeks bloom with heat. I’ve never done anything like this before.
“I—am I doing this right?” I ask.
“Does it feel good?”
The way his ridges are hitting me feels better than anything in this world.
“Yes,” I say on a gasp.
“Then do that. Grind on me and let me see your face when you use me to make yourself come, baby.”
I don’t know why, but his saying that turns me on so fucking much.
I let go of the back of the chair as I rock my hips on him again, this time with more pressure. I keep going, then adjust, holding on to his shoulders instead, anchoring myself to his steady, rugged frame.
“That’s it. Just like that,” he rumbles.
Every bit of him touches me in that perfect spot.
I’ve never felt this wet before.
Which might pose another challenge for him that he hasn’t realized yet.
He sees the hesitation on my face even as I continue to grind and push.
“What is it, baby? Talk to me. Don’t be shy.”
Letting go of my bottom lip, I rasp, “I’m so wet, Owen. I’m making a mess on you.”
He growls, catching one breast with his mouth as it jiggles close to his face with my movements.
“Fuck that, baby. You don’t think I want your sweet scent all fucking over me? You think I haven’t been dreaming of having the memory of us in my clothes, in my hair, on my beard? You don’t think I’ve been fantasizing about exactly that?”
Holy fricking crap.
My hips find their rhythm. Our gazes lock onto each other.
The friction is intoxicating.
But there’s one and only one hangover cure for this type of feeling.
The ridge of Owen’s mushroom tip rubs against my clit one more time, then two, then three, and then I lose count.
I’ve never been this close to coming without a toy. Or by touching myself. Is this really happening?
He sees me overthinking it.
