Page 74 of Stag

“What did he do?” Claudia asked, and I groaned, because again, I forgot she could see me in the mirror. She was lipreading me in a mirror, wasn’t that harder?

“Just kinda getting to like this expensive lifestyle, that’s all.”

Claudia giggled. “A bath isn’t an expensive thing. It’s water, some bubbles. It’s easy, it’s relaxing.”

“Yeah, and I live in a one room place. I’ll have a shower and that’s it. That’s not gonna be good enough for a classy bird like you.”

Bird? I just called her a fucking bird. Was that worse than chick?

Claudia

He’s so cute when he’s trying and thinks he’s messed up. He did exactly the right thing here, soaking in the bath with me, bringing drinks and chocolate too.

“Chocolate was a good idea,” I said instead of addressing what he thought was his screw up.

He took the hint and reached for the bar, breaking the pieces up in the pack, and offering them to me. I took one, but turned and offered it to him, smiling as he took it from my fingers, his lips brushing my skin. He offered me the next piece the same way, and I made a point of sucking his fingers as I took it. Did he groan? Did he make any sound when I did it? Was it a turn on for him? Sucking fingers usually made men think about other parts getting sucked, didn’t it?

Stag slid his palm from my hip to my stomach, his fingers easing over my skin as he offered me a second piece of chocolate with his other hand, waiting until I sucked on his fingers once more, before he lifted his hand to stroke between my breasts. He was cupping one while he stroked his fingers between them, sending a tingle up my spine as his thumb grazed across my nipple.

I lifted my eyes to watch us in the mirror, seeing his grin widen as he noticed, and nodded with approval.

“Maybe he isn’t such a dick. This is hot.”

His thumb brushed over my nipple again and I moaned as my back arched, offering it up for more of his attention.

“You like that, huh?”

“God yes, more please.”

His fingers moved and circled my nipple, teasing it with light touches as I felt my breathing growing deeper and more ragged, and I wanted to grab his hand and make him use a firmer touch. I wanted him rolling and pinching my nipples, and I wanted him to touch me everywhere. I wanted his fingers sliding inside me. I wanted everything with him.

“More, Stag.”

He lifted another piece of chocolate to my lips, like he was assuming that’s what I’d asked for more of, but I caught his wicked grin as he did it, watched as he bit his lip as I sucked on his fingers.

This time his hand moved down instead of up, slipping between my legs as I parted them to welcome him. Touch me, dammit, Stag, just fucking touch me.

“Want my fingers inside you, love? Want me to fuck you with my fingers?” The mirror was genius, because I could see his lips, and mostly pick up on his words, although it wasn’t as easy as face to face. It added something though, because I could watch him touching me, could see the wicked grin on his face.

My head was moving of its own volition in response to his question, nodding rapidly, eagerly. Desperately, even. Considering he was new to this, his fingers were right where I needed them. His intuition was taking us both to the right place.

“Stag?”

I lifted my eyes to watch his lips as he responded.

“Yeah, love?”

God, his lips. I could stare at them all day, but right now I had other plans.

“Take me to bed.”

His smile faltered a little and he nodded, sliding his fingers away from my clit as he did.

“Stag. Take me to bed, so we can make love.”

His eyes widened, and he stared at me in the mirror, like he was waiting for me to laugh it off.

“Please.”