Page 77 of Sweet Oblivion

To learn everything that makes her squirm and moan and tremble.

I ignore the way my cock strains against my zipper and force myself to keep my composure instead. I take her hand in mine and rest it flat on her stomach, my hand covering hers. “Lesson one,” I tease and guide her hand under my jersey, wishing it was my hand. “I want to watch you make yourself come, Delaney.”

She pulls back, a question in her eyes, as I guide her hand over her breast and under her bra. My fingers lace with hers and drag over her nipple, and Lane sucks in a breath. “Show me what you like.”

“I...” she starts and stops as I take her other hand and drag it over her other breast. “Ryker...”

“Do you trust me, Lane?” I ask, our eyes locking in the quiet room. Her pulse fluttering rapidly at her neck.

“I trust you.” Her words are slow and clear, and I catch each one.

“Then show me,” I growl, my hand still on hers. “Touch yourself.”

Her breath catches in her chest, and my cock leaks. “Should I take my clothes off?”

“Lose the shorts but keep on the jersey, wife. I want to watch you come with only my name on you this time.”

Her pretty brow arches as she shimmies out of her shorts without so much as giving me a peek of what’s under that jersey. “This time?”

“Yeah, baby. This time.”

I settle on my side next to her, and I think I could weep with joy as my jersey inches up. Sliding up her soft thighs until I come face-to-face with tiny pink panties.

I want to touch her. Taste her. I want to fuck her with my tongue and teeth and fingers and cock. I want her. But she’s supposed to be learning. And if I do it for her, that’s cheating.

With my hand back on hers, we slide her fingers under the scrap of silk. Her golden eyes lock on mine as our fingers part her sex. She’s soaked. Her panties. Our fingers. They’re drenched, and fuck me, I want to suck them all clean.

Her eyes bore into mine. Nervous but so damn trusting.

“You okay, Bambi?”

“Yes,” she hisses. “Just...”—she swallows—“a little self-conscious, I guess.”

I lean down and brush my lips over hers. “Why? Do you have any idea how beautiful you are or how much I want you? Nothing you can do tonight could possibly be wrong. I promise.”

Her relieved smile loosens something in my heart, and our fingers dip again. Teasing her sex. She pushes inside the tiniest bit, then pulls out as I watch. Then she takes my hand and guides my finger inside, and I just about come in my fucking pants.

“I can get myself off, Ryker. What I want is for you to do it.”

“Fuck, Lane.” I pull my finger out and take her hand in mine, so we circle her clit. Close but not touching. Pressing. Pinching.

“Ryker . . .” she hisses. “That feels good.”

I press my lips to her throat, dying to feel the vibrations. “Tell me what you want, Bambi.”

“I want your fingers inside me, Ryker. I want you to make me come.”

She takes my hand in hers and presses at her center with both our fingers, and I wonder which one of us is doing the teaching as we push inside. My palm grinding against her clit.

She’s so tight and so wet. I can’t hear her breathy gasps,but I feel them against my lips as she squirms beneath us. Panting. Lifting her hips. Chasing her high. “So close.”

“Fuck, Lane. I need you to come.”

Lane’s lashes flutter closed, and her moans vibrate against my mouth as I suck the pulse point on her neck. Her beautiful body convulsing as she comes hard and fast on our fingers.

Absolutely fucking beautiful.

Her hand stills, but mine doesn’t, working every last drop from her until she’s lying still and sated. Bringing her fingers to my lips, I press them against my tongue and suck. Her heavy eyes fall closed, and she smiles.