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But I decide I don’t care whether he knows. He saw me lose myself to the abandon of multiple orgasms earlier. And I want very much to lose myself again with him.
ChapterSix
Percy
She’s so close, so warm, so soft, it takes all my self-control to take things slow. But restraint is what makes everything taste even sweeter, so I obey my one rule with Gwen: always follow her lead when it comes to her body. I’m more assertive in public because she’s adorably oblivious to her surroundings sometimes, so my higher level of environmental awareness means I’m often urging her in directions she might not want to go.
Once Chloe assigned me as Gwen’s bodyguard, it only took a week for me to realize she probably needed a little nudge here and there to pay more attention. It also pisses me off that I couldn’t have been there for her the night she was attacked. I don’t blame her for it—none of it was her fault—but my desire to go back in time and stop it from happening never wanes.
Of course, itdidhappen, which is the only reason I’m here with her now. The only reason she’s settling her soft backside against my thighs and scooting dangerously close to my crotch. She doesn’t come all the way, but stops just before her pelvis can press against mine and rests her hands lightly on my shoulders. We’re eye-to-eye and I watch her, waiting for her to take the lead, because this is what she needs to do to continue reclaiming her autonomy in a world that brutally stripped it from her.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
“You tell me.”
She rolls her eyes a little. “Maybe I should rephrase… Is there anything you don’t like about this?”
I smile. She’s starting to get it. “Not a damn thing. I told you, you only need to ask.”
She nods and takes a breath. “Put your hands on me, please. I don’t want you to hold back, okay?”
“Noted,” I say with a nod. “But you have to go first.” I lift my hands off the bedspread and place them at her hips, squeezing gently to urge her on.
Our gazes lock and our breathing syncs, and for the first time since I’ve known her, I feel off-balance, suddenly uncertain whether I’ve made a terrible mistake letting her get this close. But before I can stop the whole thing from happening, she leans in, sliding her hands up my neck to bracket my jaw, just the wayhedid to her earlier. Then her lips press against mine, and I’m inexorably drawn under by the sweetness of her kiss.
She moans a little against my mouth and some deep, needy part of me responds. I slide my hands up her sides, then around her back and pull her tighter. Almost immediately warm wetness soaks through my pajamas, and the acute awareness of her arousal—and the fact that she’s probably been this way during our entire conversation—sends my own desire into the stratosphere.
There’s no controlling my cock now that she’s pressed against it, and I swallow the sudden gasp she lets out when she feels my hardness pressing against her soaked flesh. She grinds against me and I moan again, head starting to spin from the rush of sensation.
“Percy…” she whines. “I need you to touch me.”
“I would fuckingworshipyou, if you’d let me,” I murmur, sliding my lips across her jaw and down her throat. I grasp the collar of her robe and the strap of her flimsy nightgown and tug them off her shoulder, trailing my lips and tongue along her silken skin.
She tilts back with a sigh, letting me support her with my other arm while I explore with my mouth, the angle creating more friction between her pussy and my dick. Her nightgown is made of a soft, stretchy fabric and gives easily when I tug, one breast coming free, revealing a dark nipple as hard as a diamond. I wrap my lips around it and suck, reveling in her desperate moan. She grinds harder against me, my pajamas soaked through from her arousal.
“I need to feel you,” she says, slipping one hand down my belly to tug at the drawstring of my pants.
“Please let me taste you first,” I say, pulling back to look into her eyes.
Her gaze is feverish with desire, but she gives me a slight smirk. “Feeling a little competitive, are we?”
I laugh. “Yes and no. I wanted to fuck him as much as I wanted tobehim and prove to you that I could give as good as he did.”
Her mouth falls open. “That’s really hot. Watching you make him come was hot too. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
My nostrils flare at the knowledge that she’s been fantasizing about watching me go down on our guest tonight. It makes me want to find the guy so we can repeat the experience and doallthe things she really wishes we’d done. But Masquerade Night is all about anonymity, so it’s unlikely Chloe would give us his identity.
I grip her hips and tilt mine up, grinding hard against her. Her swollen clit is evident, a firm bud rubbing along the underside of my dick.
“Don’t move from this spot,” I say, gripping her hips and urging her to rise. Then I dig my heels into the mattress and haul myself straight down between her legs until I’m right where I want to be. She shrugs out of her robe and tears her nightgown off, leaving her delightfully naked above me. Her midnight waves frame her face as she stares down at me, then tenderly combs her fingers through my hair.
I pull her down, right onto my mouth, saliva already pooling before her silken flesh meets my tongue. The second I wrap my lips around her clit, she throws her head back with a moan.
I know it isn’t a competition, but my lizard brain would love nothing more than to make her come as hard as he made her come tonight, just to know what it feels like when she lets loose.
Unlike him, I have the benefit of being able to use my hands, so I do, sliding one across her thigh to spread her folds wide while I press the fingers of my other hand into her channel, sliding through the wetness until I find her opening. I push two fingers into her and start gently fucking while I suck and flick her clit with my tongue. She clings to my head at first, then leans backward and props her hands on my hips behind her. She undulates in time with my fingers moving in and out, her moans rising in volume and her movements speeding up.
She’s so fucking close I can taste the flood on the verge of breaking. It takes only a moment more before her muscles clamp tight around my fingers and the first spurts of tangy fluid rush across my tongue. Then an entire flood comes, filling my mouth and dripping down my chin, and I’m so fucking turned on I could probably come from a light breeze.
