Page 54 of Unhitched
His eyes flick over mine, the resolve in them finally dissipating as his middle finger brushes along my panty line, the pad pressing against my skin and transferring the energy of his internal war.
How he looks at me feels like a cross between desire and sincerity.
I don’t dare believe he needs me the way it feels like I need him right now, but I feel more wanted than I have in a long time. He wets his lips. “Are you sure?”
I relax against the couch, letting my legs fall open wider as I zone in on his hand on my inner thigh. “Yes,” I tell him, feeling more powerful thanks to his question and letting my eyelids close.
He shifts ever so slightly in my direction, and the feel of the glow from the TV in my periphery fades until the only thing in my focus is where Kace touches me.
Still under the blanket, the hand furthest from me runs up my shin, feathering across the skin on the inside of my knee before sliding onto my thigh.
My god. My heart flutters, my pussy tightening at the anticipation.
The hand that’s been inching up my leg makes its move.
He slips it to the apex of my thighs, running his thumb over my entrance through my shorts.
A sigh escapes me at the contact, the lace of my panties rubbing against where I’m already beyond turned on and ready.
“I do want you to feel good, Mya,” he says as he hooks two of his fingers onto the inside of my shorts and pulls them out of the way.
“You deserve to relax and to not worry about anything but letting go.”
I melt further into the couch at his words and touch.
He sighs. “Promise we can talk later.”
“I promise,” I mindlessly agree.
With the commitment, his other hand joins in, and he brushes his thumb down my slit.
I let out a gasp at the same time he groans.
“Fuck, Mya. You’re so wet.” He rubs a finger in small circles against my opening.
Without warning, he slips it inside of me, pressing until he bottoms out.
He angles himself more toward me, and I twist to give him better access.
He pulls out of me slowly, letting me feel every place he touches inside me.
With the next thrust, he pushes a second finger in.
He doesn’t retract them until he’s as deep as possible.
His thick fingers slide in and out slowly and steadily without any friction, heat already building in my core .
My heel nearly slips from the couch cushion, and I relax my leg, draping it over his knee to give him better access. On the next thrust, he hooks his fingers, curling them upward as he pulses inside me. “Oh my god, Kace.” I bite into my lip.
My pussy tightens around his fingers the second his thumb rubs against my clit. “Fuck,” the rare curse leaves my lips as my hand flies to my hair to tug on the strands. My other hand falls to his bicep, fingernails digging into his skin.
Knowing I’m close, he doesn’t deviate from the motion.
His hooked fingers hit my G-spot with every pulse, the pressure of his thumb against my clit steadily sparking my every nerve to life.
All of this without even looking. Imagine what he can do with the lights on.
The thought of him scanning my naked body with a look that says he’s deciding how he wants to worship it sends me spiraling over the edge.
“Oh my god,” I choke out as my orgasm floods my body. My pussy tightens around his fingers. Sparks of pleasure jolt through me from where he touches my clit. A wave of white-hot heat ignites every cell.
My fingers clench in my hair and on Kace’s bicep as I ride the wave. It seems to last forever, and he doesn’t stop until every bit of tension leaves my body, and I melt into the couch. Oh. My. God.
A blow as devastating as my orgasm was powerful hits me with the realization that I won’t get that every day for the rest of my life. That I can’t have Kace. I fling my arms over my eyes, choosing to focus on the experience I just had instead.
My breathing is labored as he slowly pulls his fingers from me.
He tugs my underwear and shorts back in place before running his hands down my thighs.
He stops when they’re at my knees. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he whispers, and it just now occurs to me that my eyes might have been closed, but he was watching me come undone at his touch.
Heat rushes to my cheeks even though they are already flushed. “Look at me, Mya. ”
I shake my head, and he brushes his thumb against the inside of my knee, sending both warmth and a chill through me. “Tomorrow?” I force myself to pull my arms from across my face. “I’m not fixing any problems tonight.”
“Okay.” He squeezes my knee and reaches for the remote. “Tomorrow.”
He clicks to restart the episode but doesn’t let go of his hold on me. Right before the episode ends, I whisper, “I wouldn’t be settling with you, Kace.”
When I look up, he’s drifting off to sleep with his eyes closed and his head leaning against the back of the couch. I pretend he heard me and tonight is a night like any other where we fall asleep on the couch.