“You taste so good.” He’s mumbling against my skin, his hands roaming over my body, learning the shape of me through the thin nightgown. “Smell so good. Fucking perfect.”
His hand slides up my thigh, pushing the nightgown higher. I should stop him. Should slow this down. But I can’t think when he’s touching me like this, can’t breathe when his fingers are tracing the edge of my underwear.
“Please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for. More. Everything. Him.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice is a growl in my ear. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you. Anything. Everything.”
“I want—“ I arch into him as his fingers brush against me through the thin fabric. “I want you.”
He groans, capturing my mouth again, kissing me so deep I forget my own name. His fingers press harder, rubbing circles through the damp cotton, and I’m already so wet, so ready, so desperate for him that it’s embarrassing.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs against my lips. “Can smell how much you want me. It’s driving my bear insane.”
I don’t understand what that means, his bear, but I don’t care. All I care about is the pressure building between mythighs, the way his fingers are moving faster now, the way every muscle in my body is pulling toward release.
“More,” I beg. “Please, Tolin. More.”
He pushes my underwear aside and his fingers find me, bare and slick and aching. I cry out as he slides one thick finger inside me, then another, stretching me open.
That’s it. He’s watching my face, his expression raw with need. That’s it, beautiful. Let me feel you.
His thumb finds my clit while his fingers work my pussy, stretching me, filling me so good I can’t think straight. My hips rock against his hand, chasing the release that’s building so fast it scares me.
“I’ve got you.” He kisses my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. “I’ve got you, Imani. Let go.”
I come.
Hard. The orgasm tears through me, making me cry out his name, making my whole body shake. He works me through it, his fingers never stopping, wringing every last wave of pleasure from my trembling body.
When I finally come down, I’m slumped against his chest, breathing hard, my nightgown bunched around my hips, my underwear soaked through.
And he’s still hard beneath me. Still wanting. Still waiting.
I reach for him, my hand finding his dick through his sleep pants, hard and straining against the fabric. He hisses through his teeth as I stroke him.
“Let me,” I whisper. “Please. I want to feel you.”
“Imani—“
I palm him harder, feeling the thick length of him, the heat radiating through the thin material. He’s big. Bigger than anyone I’ve been with. The thought sends another spike of arousal through me even though I just came.
“I want you inside me,” I tell him, surprised by my own boldness. “Tonight. Now.”
He groans, his hips bucking into my touch. For a moment I think he’s going to snap, going to take me right here on the floor.
But then his hand closes around my wrist, stopping me.
“Not yet.”
I blink up at him, confused. Hurt, even. “What?”
Not like this. He’s breathing hard, his eyes dark with that flash that tells me his bear is right there, tension radiating from every inch of him. Not when you don’t understand what this means.
“Then tell me what it means.”
“I can’t.” He presses his forehead to mine, his breath ragged against my lips. “Not yet. I need you to trust me first. Really trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
