Page 67 of Bonfire and Bliss Bookstore

He chuckles and his hands land on my bare thighs again, pushing me back down, holding me tight against him.

“No, Xuxuzinho, you most certainly aren’t. The feel of your warm cunt against me is probably the best thing I’ve ever experienced.”

My eyes widen and my lips fall open.

Monty seems to be studying my every reaction as his eyes roam my face. “Too far?” he whispers.

I shake my head. “No.”

“You like that word. Cunt?”

I nod.

“I thought so. Every book you gave me this week had it in it.”

“You read them all?”

“You said I had a lot to learn.”

I bite down on my lip.

“Fuck, every time you do that, my dick aches.”

“Oh my God.” I shift forward, feeling the hint of an erection against me. Fuck.

“Is this okay?” he rasps, his hands smoothing over my bare thighs. I don’t say anything but, instead, shift my hips and roll myself over the length of him.

Holy shit. He’s huge.

“Do it again,” Monty begs.

A bout of courage hits me, and I do exactly what he asks. Though this time, I make the movement bigger, grinding myself over him and teasing my clit dangerously. A flood of liquid pleasure rushes between my thighs and I’m positive I’m going to leave a wet spot on his pants.

The low rumble that hums through his chest only spurs me on. “Again.”

I continue moving slowly against him, chasing the friction that sends sparks to my toes as Monty’s focus is drawn between my legs.

“Are you wet for me, Xuxuzinho?”

I moan as his hands slide beneath my skirt and toward my panty line.

He looks up at me then, desperate, eyes wild. “Tell me to stop.”

“No,” I whimper. “Let’s keep practicing.”

His pupils flare at the invitation, as if I’ve just released him from worrying about the repercussions of what is happening between us.

I’m done overthinking—this doesn’t have to mean anything other than what we want it to. For once, I want to know what it’s like to take what I want. How it feels when I chase the feeling that’s not only swirling in my chest but burning at the base of my spine and between my legs.

And he…well, fuck, I don’t even remember why he’s doing this anymore. Something about learning how to be a good book boyfriend.

Monty’s hand dips beneath the fabric separating us and, when he feels how damp I am, he groans against my mouth, his lips finding mine right as his middle finger brushes against my clit.

Fireworks dance behind my eyes as he rolls his fingers repeatedly while I continue to grind my hips over his hard cock. It’s risky—us, out in the open, humping each other—yet I can’t get myself to stop. This feels too good, too right.

At the sound of Monty cursing, coupled with the sight of him squeezing his eyes shut, sparks fly through my veins and pleasure rushes over me in a tidal wave.

“Fuck, yes, right there, oh God,” I mumble incoherently as I spasm against the friction of him. Monty kisses me through it, murmuring words of praise as I breathe heavily, reveling in the post-orgasm bliss.