Page 159 of Her Wicker Temptation

She gives me a look that would be more effective if her face weren’t flushed. “Yes.”

“I like hearing it.”

“I want you to keep going.”

“Good.”

Her pants and underwear slide off together, and I help her onto the bed before I remove my jeans. The moment I’m naked, Laura reaches for me.

Her hand closes around my cock, and every strand in my body seems to pull tight at once. The finer weave across my abdomen tightens visibly beneath her wrist.

I brace one hand beside her hip. She smiles. “Sensitive?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“You say that a lot when I’m suffering.”

“You’re not suffering.”

“No.” I press a kiss to the hinge of her jaw.

Her hand moves slowly over the fine ridges and the full length of me, familiar with them now. I let her explore until the pleasure starts making it difficult to think, then catch her wrist gently.

“My turn.”

Laura eases back against the mattress. I spread her thighs and slide my fingers through the wet heat between them. She exhales sharply. “You’ve missed that?”

“Oh, yes, my love.”

The words come out without thought. This time I don’t have to wonder whether loving her out loud will make her pull away. For a moment, she gazes into my eyes instead of paying attention to what my hand is doing.

“My love?” she says.

“Yes.”

A smile spreads slowly across her face. “I like that.”

“Good.” I brush the pad of my thumb lightly over her clit, and her smile disappears into a sharp breath. “You like that.”

“I’m having an excellent afternoon.”

“So am I.”

My thumb circles her clit, slow at first, while two fingers slide inside her. Laura’s head tips back against the pillow, and I feel the first tightening around my fingers almost immediately.

I know better than to hurry. Her breathing changes as I work her. I keep the rhythm steady, watching what her body tells me instead of trying to make her come as quickly as possible. When her hips begin moving with my hand, I bend and put my mouth on her.

Laura cries out. Her fingers curl against the finer weave at the back of my head, then pause as though she’s reconsidering.

“It’s allowed,” I tell her against her skin.

“What?”

“Tugging.”

Her fingers tighten immediately. I laugh, and the vibration makes her swear.