I think my legs part on their own. My pulse races, pounding against my neck, and all I can manage is a nod.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Touch me, please. Make me feel good,” I whisper, and his eyes light up, the blue seeming to darken with desire. He leansin and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. I reach for his neck to kiss him back, but he pulls away, nodding to my leggings.
“Take ’em off.”
I fumble, trying to tug them down fast. My hands shake, and my heart rate is probably at an unhealthy level, but I’ve never been so excited. I don’t even care how eager I seem.
Once my pants are to my ankles, he yanks them off. His fingers dance to my sweatshirt, and he tugs on it. “Lose this, too.”
I slip it over my head and toss it aside, leaving me in a white tank top with my matching bra underneath. His gaze roams over me again, then softens when his eyes land on mine. “You’re stunning, Olivia.”
My skin buzzes with awareness. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel wholly exposed, and I’m not even naked. He’s looking at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
“Lie back,” he demands gently as he hovers over me. His hand drags slowly up my leg, stopping just short of the place that’s throbbing.
I squirm, desperate to kiss him or touch him. Goose bumps cover my entire body as he traces the edges of my thong with his fingertip.
“Soaked already, Barbie.” It’s not a question. It’s obvious, and I expect embarrassment to hit me again, but it doesn’t come.
I lift my hips, silently begging.
He chuckles. “Ready, baby?”
I nod and he pushes my thong to the side, dragging his knuckle along my clit. It’s a light touch, barely there, but it tingles in the best way. I swallow as his finger moves to my entrance. He inches in before coming right back out, coating my clit in my arousal. I squeeze my eyes shut and grip theblanket in my fists. His movements are so slow, torturous, and teasing, I feel like I’m going to combust or scream.
He circles my clit a few more times before finally pushing inside fully. We moan at the same time. He slides in and out, gently working up his rhythm before adding another finger, thrusting deep and curling them.
“Oh, God,” I cry, arching forward. My stomach tightens, legs shaking, all the signals of an orgasm on the brink.
“Fuck, Barbie. You feel so good around my fingers. Gripping nice and tight.” He pumps hard, his lips finding my neck as his other hand slides to my breast, where he gently squeezes. “Ride my hand, baby.”
His dirty demand sets me off, and I buck against his palm, throwing my head back against the pillow. He thrusts harder, taking control back, his thumb pressed against my clit, moving in little circles as his fingers inside me curl and twist wildly. Hitting all the right places.
God, I knew he could use those fingers.
He grabs my hair with his other hand and forces my head off the bed. “Look at me while I make you come.”
My eyes go wide, but I don’t object, staring into his deep blues as pleasure spreads through me. It’s so intense. So good. I never want it to end. His knuckles punishingly pound against my flesh as I match his frantic pace.
Penn lowers his head, never letting his grip on my hair up, and never taking his eyes off mine as his soft lips meet my hip. Just a few thrusts later, and I’m falling apart.
My body spasms and clenches around him. “Oh, God,” I moan, biting back a scream, knowing Ellie is in her room.
His movements slow as I come down, and he carefully slips from my body, shoves his fingers in his mouth, his eyes rolling back with a groan as he cleans me off them. I gasp, but he slams his lips to mine, kissing me hard, forcing me to taste myself. It’sstrange, but I don’t mind it. The way he’s panting and groaning works me up all over again. By the time he breaks the kiss, I’m practically gasping for air and ready for round two.
My eyes fall to the bulge in his jeans. I want to make him feel as good as he just made me feel, but before I can reach for him, he takes out his phone.
“Shit, I gotta go.”
“Oh.”
His eyes fall shut as he takes a deep breath. He grabs my hand and leads me out of my room. I stand back while he slips his shoes on before pressing a kiss to my head.
“I’ll call you later,” he says.
“Okay. Um, thanks,” I say before he’s out the door.
