Page 90 of Touch the Sky

“Harder,” she moans. “I need to stop thinking. I need you to go as hard as you can.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I pinch her other nipple between my fingers and suck so hard my cheeks hollow out. She yelps and squirms, but when I try to ease off, she growls at me to keep going.

Her hips are rocking in a steady pace. I slide one of my thighs between them and lean into her.

“God, yes,” she gasps.

She starts riding my leg, bucking and jerking against me in a frenzy. Part of me wants to straighten up so I can watch her. I’m sure she looks fucking beautiful, but she’s chanting for more from my mouth. I stay bent over her chest, switching sides with my mouth and hand.

Her nipple is still wet from my tongue. I circle it with my finger, just long enough to get her mewling with desperation before I pinch her hard again.

“Comme ?a?” I ask. “You like it rough?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Give it to me. Fuck, Jacinthe.”

I slide my knee farther up the wall, shifting the pressure of my leg until I hit an angle that makes her yank on my hair and pull my face so tight against her it’s a struggle to keep breathing.

Not that I care. Everyone dies someday, and in this moment, I can’t think of a better way to leave this world than face-first in Tess Tully’s tits.

She shifts her thrusts to a circular motion, grinding herself on me. Using me. Taking everything I give her.

“Don’t stop,” she moans.

Her breathing gets heavier, her chest heaving underneath me. Her movements get more and more erratic.

“That’s it,” I urge. “Just like that.”

I keep going for a few more minutes, easing the pressure of my leg on and off while she grinds, until I feel her muscles begin to clench.

“I’m. So. Close,” she pants.

“Come for me,” I order. “Come right here. Right now. Where anyone could see you. Show me how fucking bad you need it.”

I realize I’ve switched to speaking French, but it doesn’t seem to matter. If anything, my encouragement works even better like that.

Tess mumbles something about how sexy I sound, her words slurring together. I keep urging her on.

“I need you to fucking come, Tess. I need to feel how you squeeze my leg when you let go for me. Use me. Take what you need and come.”

She cries out, her sharp yelp echoing through the yard. Her body tenses, squeezes, and then she’s coming for me. She shakes and gasps and nearly sobs from the force of the release.

I hold her steady, keeping her pinned against the wall. I slow my work with my mouth to gentle licks and then kisses I trail up from her chest to her neck to the soft skin just below her ear.

“Ça va,” I murmur. “Tout va bien. I’ve got you.”

She lets out a long, shaky breath. Her head droops onto my shoulder.

She starts trembling, and my pulse races as I wonder if she’s crying, but then she makes a choked sound that’s way closer to a guffaw than a sob.

“Are you…laughing?”

She tries to speak, but all that comes out is a squeak that’s followed by a few frantic giggles.

I’d think it was cute if I weren’t so confused.

“You just…just…” she chokes out. “You just made me come without even taking my pants off. How the fuck does that happen?”