Finally, she broke and shuddered in his hold.
Even as she struggled to recover from her orgasm, she felt him slide a finger into her slit. She clamped him without thought, still in the clutches of her climax.
“That’s right. I can feel you coming for me.”
Alice opened her eyes to find him staring at her face. His eyes shone with lust. His sensual, firm lips, chin, and nose glistened from her juices. She whimpered at the sight of him, another shudder of pleasure rippling through her. He stroked her higher with his finger, his mouth slanting with arousal. He had lowered over her, and now knelt between her spread thighs. She suddenly felt a pressure behind her knee. He rolled her hips back, urging her to bend her knees, her feet hanging in the air. At the new angle, he plunged his finger into her more firmly. She whimpered at the sound of him moving in her aroused sex. He growled roughly.
“You hear that, don’t you? You’re soaking wet.” He leaned down again between her spread thighs and kissed the damp hair above her clit, the slight pressure and the promise of more flooding pleasure making her moan and pull on her restraints. He continued to stroke her deep with his finger.
She became so lost when she was with him. Alice had fought against the feeling of helplessness her whole life. She couldn’t imagine why she craved abandonment so single-mindedly when it came to Dylan.
He withdrew his finger and rose onto his knees, still positioned between her thighs. She watched him closely, holding her breath, anxious for his next move. Craving it. He slid his forearm between her calves and thighs to the back of her knees and pushed back slightly, exposing the backs of her legs and buttocks. He lowered his other hand and again slid a finger into her sex, his actions deliberate and firm. As he finger-fucked her, he used his thumb to press little circles on her slippery clit.
“Oh,” she groaned, because her clit began to burn again beneath his sure touch.
“Feel good?” he muttered.
She pressed her hips rhythmically against his stroking thumb and plunging finger. “Better than good. Fucking fantastic.” His small smile was sex distilled.
“Do you want to come again?”
“Are you kidding? Yes.” She circled her partially suspended hips more strenuously against the divine pressure of his fingers.
“In a minute, then. First, I want you to do something for me,” he murmured.
Her gaze flickered to his face when he slid his finger out of her and stopped the delicious circling on her clit.
“What?” she demanded, a little sharp at being deprived of such sweet, building pressure. He moved his lubricated finger to her ass.
“Trust me in this,” he said quietly.
Alice went entirely still, her focus narrowing to the sensation of his fingertip pressed against her ass and his four words. A moan escaped her throat. Had he just applied a firmer pressure? The stimulation felt good to her aroused body, a different, forbidden kind of friction. Her cheeks flooded with fresh heat and the burn in her clit became a sizzle.
Little slut, said an amused voice in her head. You’re hungry for even this with him.
“Alice?”
She blinked at the edge in his tone. It struck her that he was as tense and anticipatory as she was at that moment—maybe more so. She met his stare.
“I told you I’d trust you to do anything in this bed,” she whispered.
Without altering his expression in the slightest, he pushed his fingertip into her ass. She gasped.
“It’s more than a majority of women would trust, even after spending years with their husbands,” he said, watching her face closely. “You realize that, don’t you?”
“What can I say?” she asked shakily, because he’d just pushed his finger into her to the first joint. It felt strange, having him touch her there. Having him penetrate her ass at the same time that he pinned her with his stare was almost overwhelmingly intimate . . . although she’d never tell him that. “I’m not most women.”
“You’re not as tough as you act sometimes.”
“Neither are you,” Alice defended.
He pushed his finger farther into her. Alice suppressed a whimper. A muscle leapt in his cheek.
“You’re hot and tight.”
“Are you going to fuck me there?”
His mouth slanted at her attempt at bold flippancy. “So determined to prove your point, aren’t you? So determined to be fearless.”