Suddenly, horny again.
His erection slid between my ass cheeks as he lifted me a bit, his finger still slowly working me.
My breathing grew faster as he picked up the pace bit by bit, changing up his pattern, rolling circles over my sensitive skin. Soon enough, I was panting, rocking my ass against him.
He lifted me further, tilting my hips for me, and lined us up. I sank onto his cock with a moan, and his fingers moved faster until he’d worked me into a frenzy. I shattered with a cry, rocking on his cock, and he pulsed inside me but didn’t lose it.
Carefully, he slid me off of him, setting me back against his chest so we were snuggling in the tub again. I was still panting, my world spinning a bit.
“You were right. Still good,” I managed to get out.
He chuckled softly. “Told you.”
“Let me touch you,” I said, rolling to the side a bit so I wasn’t pinning his erection between us.
“You’re tired.” His lips brushed the top of my head.
“Not too tired for that.” My fingers wrapped around his cock, and it throbbed for me. He buried his face in my hair.
“You don’t have to,” he managed to say, as I slid my fingers up and down his length.
“I want to, though,” I murmured back.
Honestly, I’d only ever given one hand-job before. My ex in Jackson had pushed me into it, and then decided after a couple of minutes that he’d rather be inside me. I’d felt bad, but he seemed to enjoy the sex afterward, which had eased my guilt. I hadn’t enjoyed it, but he hadn’t asked me whether or not I had.
My fingers slid up and down, slowly.
I worried I wasn’t doing it right, or well enough, but Zed’s breathing picked up.
“Here.” He grabbed some shower gel sitting off to the side of us, and pulled my hand away long enough to squeeze some in my palm. “Like this.” His fingers wrapped around mine, on his erection, and I watched in fascination as he showed me how to touch him, how to make it good for him.
Pride welled up in me as he started to breathe harder, groans escaping him as I stroked him. I loved the effect I had on him—and I loved that he’d showed me how to do that, how to make him feel that way.
It made me feel good about myself, and about him, too.
He finally swore and snarled into my hair as he erupted, and more pride swelled in my chest, alongside a heavy dose of satisfaction and arousal.
He was so damn sexy.
“Now you made me horny again,” I whispered.
He groaned. “Don’t tempt me, Beautiful.”
I laughed. Though I was a little horny, my body was still so relaxed that I knew I could still fall asleep without getting off again. “Thanks for letting me do that.”
“You can touch me like that any damn time you want. Every time. Always. You don’t even have to ask—just grab me, and I’m yours.” His lips brushed mine as I laughed again. It was the sort of casual conversation and kiss that I’d never had before, and it made my chest feel sort of fluttery in a way that wasn’t entirely comfortable.
But a way that I liked, too.
“Do you want me to get you off again?” he murmured, his fingers trailing over my breasts.
The question was so foreign to me. Sex had never been about me before—my partner and I were always just using each other, though I’d only really enjoyed it probably three times in my life. Usually, the guy got what he came for and left.
“Give me the truth, June. I want to make you feel good, any time you want.”
Damn.
I rested my cheek against his chest. “I do. Kind of. I don’t want to be needy, or—”