Her fingers trembled, and she fumbled with the laces as his fingertips brushed over her clit. It was suddenly a lot harder to concentrate, and she moaned when he rubbed a finger up against the entrance to her core, then dipped it inside.
Suddenly, she was tired of playing. She wanted more. More touches, more fingers, more caresses. And she needed him inside her. She wriggled against his hand, encouraging his fingers to go deeper, but he seemed determined to torment her. His hand slid away instead, and he caressed the inside of her thigh.
“Sebastian,” she panted.
“Got your skate on, love?”
Actually, she’d forgotten all about lacing it. She’d forgotten everything except his hands on her. She tried to concentrate, but it was impossible to function when his fingers glided over her folds. “I can’t,” she breathed. “You touching me is too distracting.”
“Shall I stop?”
“No. God, no.” She loved his touch.
His hand slid around her front and cupped her breast. “You smell so good. I forgot how wonderful you smell. What’s your soap this week?”
Her soap? She didn’t have one. “No soap, just me and junk food.”
His thumb stroked over her nipple even as his mouth brushed her shoulder. “Then it’s just you that smells mouthwatering.”
She gave a little sigh of pleasure at his sweet words. His fingers dipped into her core again and her sigh turned into a moan as she tried to push down against his hand, to force his fingers deeper and give herself the satisfaction she wanted.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured, pressing kisses to her shoulder. His hand moved up, fingers skating over her clit, and he gave it a quick rub. “Skates on, then the fun begins.”
She moaned, her hands going back to her skate as he continued to circle her clit with his fingertips. Slowly, deliberately, she tried to ignore the sensations curling through her body as she laced the skate up. Then, she dropped her leg, and his fingers pushed hard against her clit. She cried out and clung to him, tilting her face up for a kiss.
His mouth brushed over hers, and then he grinned. “Now the other skate, baby.”
She groaned, but forced herself to drag it on. Instead of hiking her leg onto the low back of the couch again, she bent at the waist and began to do up her laces. His hands slid away, cupping her ass, and he began to press kisses on the backs of her thighs. It made shivers move up her spine, and she was utterly relieved when she finished lacing her second skate and straightened. “All done.”
Chelsea now wore her knee socks, her skates, and her tiny skirt that covered absolutely nothing. She cupped her breasts and turned to face Sebastian. “I’m ready for my orgasm now.”
He grinned and his hands slid around her waist, pulling her against him. “Are you, now?”
She nodded, and reached between them, gripping his erect cock in her hand. His jeans were loose at his waist, his cock freed. His skin felt scorching hot against hers, and she moaned. “I want you, Sebastian.”
“I want you, too, baby.” Sebastian’s mouth moved over hers in the barest tease of a kiss. “But I want to taste you, first.”
A shiver rippled through her at his words. “Yeah?”
“Over the edge of the couch, baby,” he said, turning her toward it. “Put that sweet ass in the air.”
She did as he commanded, feeling wickedly naughty. The sofa was just high enough that her hips went over it, and her skates barely touched the ground behind her. Her ass thrust into the air, and as she bent over, Sebastian pushed her legs apart. Another erotic little thrill shot through her.
“That’s what I wanted,” Sebastian murmured, and she felt his hands move down the backs of her thighs. A moment later, he pushed her forward a little, spreading her legs more.
And then his face was buried in her *.