Her body rises and falls in long, steady motions. I absentmindedly rake my gloved fingers up and down herstomach. I want to take these gloves off and feel her bare skin. I remember how it tastes… the way it felt beneath my tongue.
Just the thought has my thighs squeezing together, heat rushing to my center.
Screw this.
I bring my hand to my mouth and pull the glove off with my teeth, taking an unnecessary risk. However, the second I slide my hand beneath her tank and press my palm to her stomach, I stifle another groan.
Shit.
So fucking worth it.
I want to feel her entire body naked against mine.
I lose track of time as I lazily stroke her stomach, my fingers occasionally grazing the curved underside of her breasts, the tautness of her pierced nipples. Eventually, I pull the second glove off and toss both onto the back of the couch so I don’t forget them. And when both of my hands touch her skin, I curse into the crook of her neck.
Every motion has me holding my breath, every second making me more and more braver, reckless. I can’t help myself. She’s in my grasp. Bonnie Miller is in my arms.
Soperfectin my arms…
Every sane bone in my body turns to dust, my mind now nothing more than a puddle as I move my hands to her breasts. Just one touch. One grip…
I flick the pad of my thumb over her hardened peak, then cup my fingers beneath her softness, and when she doesn’t shift, I sink my head to hers again and squeeze slightly.
She’s so fucking soft.
Memorizing her like this has only ever been a fantasy. I’ve never taken it this far during the middle of the night before; however, tonight… Tonight I can hardly hold myself back.
There’s a slit in this mask that lets me part it to uncover my mouth. I pull the fabric down enough that I can kiss her shoulder, simultaneously gripping her tits, caution thrown completely into the wind. I don’t know what’s come over me, why right now I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get to have her, but dammit, I think I might.
Maybe I’m paranoid of something happening to her, maybe I just want to remind her who is never going to let her go. Whatever it is, I can’t stop.
One hand remains on her breasts, the other drifting lower on her stomach, pausing at the hem of her underwear. I want to bury my fingers in her tight cunt and lick her cum off them one-by-one. After finally tasting her at the party, I’m dying with every second that I’m forced to go without her pussy’s nourishment.
My gaze clocks the theater room door. I close my eyes to try and listen for Zeb’s faint snores. It takes me a few seconds, but eventually, I hear his exhales. And with the failsafe’s in place and Kade blocking the cameras…
She shifts slightly in my arms, and a little noise leaves her that weakens my resolve.
My hand slips beneath her underwear and finds her heated center. Her legs are already parted around the pillow between her knees, and I take advantage of the space. Two fingers drag along her labia, easily veeing around her clit. She moves her hips, and I can’t tell if she’s waking up or not.
I’m not sure I care as I feel how fuckingwetshe is.
I wonder who already has her soaking in her dream, and if this reality will invade that space.
God, I hope so.
My middle finger drifts up her center, eventually putting pressure on her clit. She blows out a breath, and I catch myself smiling as I begin to toy with her.
Shit, she’s so wet that my own pussy is throbbing. I kiss her shoulder, teeth grazing at the knot there, and as I toy with one of her nipples, my lips part to gently suck her skin into my mouth.
I could do this for hours. She’s so perfectly wet for me, her figure curled in such a vulnerable, ideal way. I’m obsessed with the way her hips shift toward me in her sleep, the whispered little moans escaping her open mouth when I slip a finger into her soaked entrance.
Fuck.
I’m desperate for friction between my thighs.
She clenches her fingers around the blanket tucked between her arms, ass wiggling so adorably. I press my thigh between hers and go back to playing with her clit—increasing and decreasing the pressure, swirling and flicking the hardened bundle of nerves with the tip of my finger. And as she begins to ride my thigh, I smile against her shoulder.
That’s it, rockstar.
