Page 61 of Yours, Finally

"Yes," I whined, low and breathy, only so I wouldn't yell.

As soon as I uttered the word, he pushed his fingers between us until they found my clit, which he immediately circled with two fingertips.

I buckled, he cursed under his breath, and circled my clit again. And again.

"Jake— I—" I whimpered.

He slid his fingers further, until two of them found my entrance. "Yes? Do you want this, too?"

"Yes. Please! Yes."

"Shh." He retreated. "Are you going to be quiet?"

"I promise. I need it."

"You're dripping wet."

"I'm so close already."

"Be good for me." He pushed his hand forward, finding my clit with the fleshy hill of his thumb, two fingers curling into me. "I know you can be good for me."

"Holy shit," I mumbled.

He didsomethingwith his thumb, some sort of motion that had the knuckle, finger, and base of his thumb rubbing on my clit. The fingers inside my pussy pushed and massaged against my walls at the same time.

"You like this?" he asked.

I was already half gone, and all I could do was nod.

"Did you dream of me doing this kind of thing to you?"

Another nod.

He held back a moan. "I've lost track of how often I used my hand while thinking of doing this to you."

Tension built steadily low in my belly, his touch insistent and intense. The need for Jake rose, for a release he drew out of me,and I heaved and wobbled against him. He continued to pin me against the door, barely allowing enough room for his hand to continue its delicious provocation on my sensitive flesh.

"Open your eyes," he commanded. "Look at me."

I did— I hadn't noticed I had closed them.

"You look gorgeous," he continued. "I need to see the face you make when you come."

"Soon." There was barely any sound to the word.

"Fucking ethereal, that look in your eyes." He groaned, low and guttural. "You're shaking, lovely."

"I'm com—"

My voice hitched and released, louder than I could manage. Jake didn't miss a beat; he crushed his lips to mine and swallowed my moan. My abs, my thighs, even my lungs seemed to tremble with the force of my climax. By the time I came down from my high, I had fully crumbled, and Jake held me up with a satisfied smile.

"I got you," he said. "I got you."

His hand had come out of my panties at some point, and now both of them grabbed hard at my waist. He pressed his body to mine, his cock still impressively hard against my soft stomach.

"Wow, Jake." I half-hiccuped, half-chuckled. "Have you been reading my diary?"

He snorted, an involuntary rocking of his hips on me at the same time. "No, I just did what I would have written in mine."