“Please,” she gasps. “Calder, please…”
“I know what you need.” I sit up and hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties. “But you’re going to have to beg for it.”
“I’m already begging.”
“That’s not begging.” I slide the panties down slowly, watching her face as I expose her. The cotton is soaked, darkened with her wetness. “That’s just asking. I want you desperate.”
I pull the panties free and toss them aside. Now she’s completely bare beneath me. Spread out on the quilt her mother made, legs slightly apart, vulnerable and trusting.
I’ve touched her before. Made her come on my fingers. Fucked her on that kitchen counter while she was drunk and scared. But this is different. This is her choosing me. Choosing this.
The sight of her hits me hard. Her skin is flushed pink from arousal, spreading from her cheeks down her throat to her chest. Between her legs, she’s pink and swollen, glistening. I can see everything. She’s never been seen like this sober. Never been this vulnerable by choice.
“Spread your legs wider.” The command comes out harsh.
She obeys, her thighs falling open carefully to avoid her brand that’s still sensitive.
“You’re so beautiful it hurts to look at you,” I say roughly, my hands tracing up her inner thighs. Her muscles quiver beneath my touch. “And you’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours.” Her voice trembles.
“Again.”
“I’m yours, Calder.”
I strip off my jeans and boxers. Her eyes go wide when she sees me fully hard. My cock is thick and heavy. She’s seen it before, felt it inside her, but this time, there’s no fear in her eyes. Just want.
I settle between her legs, pressing her thighs wider with my hands. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.” She rocks her hips up. “All of you.”
“Be specific.” My hand slides between her legs, fingers dragging through her wetness. She’s soaking. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
Her cheeks flush darker, but she holds my gaze. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me yours.”
“I’m still going to make you beg first.” I slide one finger inside her, feeling her tighten around me immediately. So tight. So perfect. Her inner walls grip my finger, hot and slick. “I’m going to make you so desperate you can’t think straight.”
I pump my finger slowly, watching her face. Her mouth falls open on a gasp, her eyes fluttering.
I add another finger, working her harder, stretching her. My thumb finds her clit and circles it with firm pressure.
“Oh God.” Her head falls back against the pillow. “Calder, please.”
“Please, what?” I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her whole body jerk. “Say it.”
“Please fuck me.” The words come out desperate. “I need you. Please, Calder, please.”
“That’s better.” I work her harder, faster, feeling her body wind tighter. My fingers pump in and out, the wet sounds obscene. My thumb grinds against her clit with each thrust. “But you’re going to come on my fingers first. I want to feel how tight you get when you fall apart for me.”
She’s trembling, her thighs shaking. “I can’t… It’s too much…”
“You can.” I lean down and bite her neck, marking her. “Come for me, Saint. Show me you’re mine.”
I increase the pressure, grinding my thumb hard against her clit while my fingers curl inside her, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
“Calder, I’m… oh God, I’m…”
“Let go.” The command is absolute. “Come. Now.”
