“Tell me,” I demand. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
She stares at me, stubborn and defiant.
I slide my hand closer to her knee, and she whines like a spoiled child.
“No. Higher.”
I chuckle behind the mask. “Here?” I move my hand slightly higher, touching her thigh.
She huffs out an irritated sigh. “Between my legs.”
Her face and neck are on fire the second the words are out of her mouth. A burst of pride and power rush through me. Breaking her down is part of the fun.
I move to her bikini line, my fingers stroking the skin there. She huffs again.
“Beneath my panties.” Her gaze drops from mine. “Between?—”
I cut her off, my tone cold and demanding. “Eyes on me.”
When she does as I command, my voice smooths and lowers. “Tell me exactly where to touch you.”
Her eyes remain on mine as she whispers, “My pussy. Please… touch my pussy.”
Her words shatter every bit of my resolve.
I release her throat, pulling the covers away from her, yanking her panties down her hips. My hands shake with desperate need.
She doesn’t notice me pocketing her panties. Not when my thumb is on her clit, rubbing it in circles. She gasps, then moans. Her honey eyes are bright with desire beneath the light of the TV.
I slip a finger inside her, moaning at the sensation. “Fuck. You’re so tight and wet.”
She hums, arching her hips.
The sound of her wetness fills the room, her walls gripping my fingers every time I pull them out, like she’s afraid I’ll stop.
I add another finger, moving them in and out of her while teasing her clit.
“And greedy.”
Her breathing is heavy and shaky as I finger her faster, my thumb working her clit. The moan that slips out is full of pleasure. Want. Need.
It matches mine.
“That’s it, wild honey. Let go for me.”
She whimpers again, her legs shaking as I work her into a frenzy.
And then, her eyes widen as she clamps tightly around my hand, her wetness gushing over my fingers. The sharp gasp that leaves her and the wonder in her eyes nearly undoes me. I ache so much for her, I nearly come in my pants.
I stay with her until she stills, her body drained of all energy after that powerful orgasm.
Sliding my fingers out, I tuck the blanket around her, watching as her eyes close. A quiet sigh escapes when I stroke her cheek.
When her breathing evens out, I lift my mask enough to slide the two fingers that were inside her into my mouth, tasting her. She’s musky and sweet, damn near bringing me to my knees.
I lower the mask, staring down at her sleeping form.
I back away, each step heavier than the last. Down the stairs. Through the hallway.
