“Things like touching.”
Their bodies were touching in some places. Their legs, and shoulders, her breasts brushed against his chest when she inhaled.
“Touching?” he repeated, this time there was an even deeper growl to his voice.
She nodded and took his hand, his very large hand, in hers. Damn, there was something so hot about a man with large hands, especially when they were calloused and rough from real labor, which this man obviously had done.
Keeping her gaze locked with his, she lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed the back of his knuckles softly. His eyes flared with something she recognized as desire as she kissed him once more, just because she loved the feeling of her lips on his skin, before moving his hand between their bodies. She placed his palm over her breast and covered her fingers over his.
His nostrils flared and his jaw tensed.
“Do you want to touch me?” she asked as she closed her hand over his so that he was squeezing her breast.
“Yes.” The admission looked almost as if it pained him as his fingers kneaded her fleshy mounds.
“Good,” she breathed, loving the sensation of him touching her.
Arousal swarmed through her. She felt like she was already on the edge. Normally, it took her at least fifteen minutes of foreplay to get her this close but she sort of felt like this entire night had been foreplay. He’d barely touched her and she already felt her release building low in her belly.
They were lying down facing one another, and as much as she’d love to continue looking at his beautiful face, she knew that the position would be awkward for where she really wanted him to touch her.
Sometimes you had to sacrifice things in order to get what you wanted. This was one of those times because she really wanted to be looking in his eyes as he explored her body, but more than that she wanted him to have the access he needed to bring her up and over the edge.
She turned over, returning to their original position of her back to his chest. The movement caused his hand to fall from her breast momentarily. But as soon as she was settled, she once again lifted his hand but this time she went south instead of north. She parted her knees and guided his hand between her legs.
When his fingers pressed against the lace of her panties, he inhaled sharply. She covered his hand with hers and began to move their hands with the exact pressure that would get her off. She felt herself building quickly toward her release, but she wanted more. Needed more.
He must have sensed that she wanted more because his free hand cupped her breast.
“Pinch my nipples,” she instructed as her hand gripped his forearm, holding him in place.
He did as she asked, and the sensation shot straight between her legs. As much as she loved the friction of her panties rubbing against her clit, she wanted to feel his touch with no barrier.
So, using the hand that had been covering his between her legs, she pulled her panties to the side. When she did his finger rubbed her sweet spot and the first signs of her orgasm hit her. She was almost there, but she wanted more.
She whimpered as he continued tweaking her nipples and flicked her swollen nub. “Kiss my neck.”
He didn’t miss a beat. She’d barely gotten the request out before she felt an open mouth kiss on her neck. And he didn’t stop there. His teeth nipped the sensitive skin and that was the sexual straw that broke her orgasm camel’s back.
Her world suddenly exploded into blinding bursts of pleasure. Tingles radiated through her from head to toe as a powerful climax overtook her. Fiery, explosive sensation rocked through her as she came apart at the hands of a man who should be a stranger, but somehow wasn’t.
This might not have been the night she’d planned on having…it was better.
* * *
Fuck.Easton had never had an encounter that was this hot before. Grace’s take-charge attitude was one of the sexiest things he’d ever experienced.
He continued touching her as her body trembled. When he felt her begin to melt against him, he backed off on the pressure of his touch on her clit and started lazily tracing her swollen nub and his efforts caused an aftershock to roll through her.
“You’re very good at that,” Grace panted.
As much as he’d love to take the credit for what had just happened, he couldn’t. “That was all you.”
His voice was raspy and gruff.
She let out a forced huff of breath. “It was a joint effort.”
He was still enjoying the access this position gave him allowing him to touch her between her legs, when she flipped toward him and pushed his shoulder down, so he was flat on his back. She was on her side looking down at him. Her hair fell over her face, and he lifted his hand to brush it back.