The pressure is sudden and unexpected, but what I've craved for so long. I let my head fall onto his shoulder and sink against him.
"Is this for me?" His hot breath snakes around my neck.
"Did seeing my cum make you wet?"
My hips rock involuntarily, rubbing against the outline of his shaft. He slowly strokes and circles, pushing harder against the barrier of my panties, teasing me.
My eyes roll upward, and I can't stop the moan pushing up my throat. "Yes."
"Who's the eager one now?"
"Are you forgetting who lost the bet?"
He slips the strap of my dress down my shoulder and grazes my skin with his teeth. "What makes you think I didn't do it on purpose?"
"Did you?"
He doesn't answer. Instead, he slips his fingers beneath the lace and finds my slick hole.
A haze of lust blurs my vision. I grip his arms, trying to hold myself upright and soak in the reality of this moment.
Lucas is touching me.
Arousal seeps from my core.
He slips two fingers inside.
A shudder rocks my body, and I squeeze tight, not wanting him to leave.
If his hand feels this good, his cock will ruin me.
His breath rushes across my lips in hot pants.
I suck in a surprised breath. I was too focused on his touch to realize how close our mouths had moved to each other—close enough to kiss.
I'd pictured being with Lucas in every way possible, but none of those fantasies included a kiss, which is silly. It's just a kiss. So why does my heart feel like it might burst beneath my ribs?
The thought of our lips touching and our breath intertwining feels too intimate.
Too hard to walk away from.
I'd spent years hiding my crush, knowing the devastation it would cause if I acted on my feelings.
But things are different now.
I have no marriage left to devastate, only my heart if I give it away again too soon.
Kissing Lucas is a mistake.
I turn my head, lifting my chin and exposing my neck to distract him from my mouth and stop myself from giving in to temptation.
His lips latch onto the soft skin beneath my jaw, nibbling and suckling as his fingers swirl and stroke, building that sweet pressure.
My hips rock, chasing the promise of release.
"That's it, beautiful. Ride my fingers like you're riding my cock."
The huskiness in his voice and the relentless thrust of his fingers push me over the edge. Tension shatters until my orgasm bursts to life in thick, indulgent waves.