Free Getting In the Spirit: a Sapphire Falls novella by Erin Nicholas Page A

fan of making out in Sapphire Falls. This was more than she got from some guys she dated for weeks. Not many could make her come apart with a single finger with her still mostly dressed.
    Some couldn’t even do it with them both fully naked.
    The bodice of the dress gaped as she drew the zipper down and pulled the front below her breasts. She wore a bra, but it wasn’t much more substantial than the thong. The cups were mere wisps of lace really.
    “Damn, need more light,” he said.
    But that didn’t stop him from leaning in and taking one of her nipples into his mouth right through the lace. He dipped his finger under the edge of her thong and stroked along her hot, wet center, circling her clit and then sliding inside of her.
    She gripped his shoulders as she gasped. “ Yes .”
    He bit her nipple gently and then pulled back. “Move your bra.”
    Gladly. She pulled the cups down and he again took a tip between his lips. He licked and sucked, slowly sliding his finger in and out of her.
    Kate was lost. There wasn’t any skin for her to touch, suck or lick, but she was selfish enough not to want to stop what was happening to fix that. She pressed against his hand and fisted his hair in one hand, intent on keeping him right where he was until she came.
    It had been a while, she wouldn’t lie. But she had limited time with this guy. She was going to soak it all in. If he thought she was greedy and easy afterward, let him think it. She’d probably never seen him again.
    That thought made something clench in her chest, but the next moment, he moved his hand, his fingers sliding out of her. She started to protest until she realized he was only moving to cup her from the front. He slid two long thick fingers into her, his thumb circled her clit, and she couldn’t think of anything at all.
    She dug her fingers into his hair and his shoulder as she felt the desire coiling quick and hot in her core.
    “You sure you’re not too cold?” he asked before he nipped at the hard tip of her breast.
    “I’m actually…feeling…pretty…good,” she panted.
    “Yeah, you are.” He stroked in and out slowly again, the tight fit of his fingers dragging along her inner walls deliciously.
    Sparks seemed to shoot through her and she gasped.
    But he kept up with the slow, sensual pace. She tightened her muscles around his fingers. That got a deep, heartfelt groan out of him, but he kept it slow. She ground down against his hand again. That got a muttered, “Fuck”. Then she spread her knees even wider. “Holy…” he breathed roughly.
    But still slow. Relentless stroking, near-perfect pressure, decadent swirls over her clit. Her orgasm was building, but it was like turning the heat on the stove up by a few degrees at a time. Things would eventually boil, but it would take forever. And she was hungry now.
    “Faster, harder,” she begged. “Make me come. Please.”
    There was a split-second pause, then he thrust deep, pressed her clit and held his hand there. No movement, not even a tiny flick of the smallest of his finger muscles.
    Her eyes flew open and she found him staring at her. The sweet, smiling guy who’d bought her hot chocolate was gone. This guy was intense. His eyes glittered in the little bit of light afforded from the yard light, the moon overhead and the dashboard lights. He looked dark and determined…and like every erotic fantasy she’d ever had.
    “Say it again,” he demanded softly.
    “Faster,” she whispered.
    He shook his head once and pressed into her. “Not that.”
    “Harder?” It sounded like more of a question.
    He dragged his thumb slowly back and forth over her clit once. “Not that.”
    He was in complete command of her body. It was like he held a game controller. One flick of his thumb, one press of a finger, and he controlled what happened.
    She was no way restrained. The doors weren’t even locked. But Kate couldn’t have done anything other than what he told her to do.
    “Make me