Her hips shifted minutely, pressing back against me.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear as I spoke. “Yes, Colette?” My hand continued its lazy exploration, tracing patterns on her thigh.
Higher and higher.
She swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly when she spoke again. “Make up your damned mind, Reed.”
I chuckled low in my throat; the sound vibrating against her skin. “As you wish.” My hand slid beneath the hem of the sweater, fingers dancing along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Her breath hitched, her legs parting instinctively to grant me better access.
I took my time, teasing her with feather-light touches and slow, deliberate caresses. Building the tension until she was squirming in my lap, her hips rolled forward in search of friction.Onlythen did I finally cup her through her flimsy underwear, feeling the heat and dampness that betrayed her arousal.
“Ah, fuck it,” I growled, yanking the crotch of her panties aside. Her pussy was drenched, slick folds parting easily under my fingers. I didn't tease anymore — I plunged two fingers straight into her tight heat, feeling her walls clench around me like a vice.
She cried out, head lolling back against my shoulder, exposing her throat. I latched onto it, sucking hard enough to leave a mark while I pumped my fingers in and out, fast and relentless.
“Already so wet for me,” I murmured approvingly, pressing the heel of my hand against her core. She moaned softly, grinding against me shamelessly. “Greedy girl.”
“Really flipped a switch there, didn’t you?” She whispered, fingers curling into my biceps. “Decided to?—”
I didn’t let her finish the thought as I spread her core, pressing the tip of my thumb against her swollen clit. Her words died on a sharp gasp as I touched her, her body arching into my hand. She cried out, nails digging into my arm. I circled her clit slowly, teasingly, feeling it swell beneath my touch.
“God, you're so fucking wet,” I rasped, my free hand pinning her hip down to keep her from bucking too wildly. Her juices coated my hand, dripping down my wrist as I curled my fingers inside her, hitting the spot that made her scream. My thumb found her clit, swollen and throbbing, and I rubbed it in brutal circles, pressing down until her whole body tensed.
“That's it,” I murmured against her neck, nipping at the skin. “Let me hear you,” pumping my fingers in and out at a steady pace. Her inner walls clamped down around me, so tight and wet.
Colette's hips moved in time with my thrusts, riding my fingers desperately. “More,” she panted, head thrown back against my shoulder. “Give me more, Reed.” I obliged, curling my fingers to hit that spot deep inside. My thumb pressed harder on her clit, rubbing fast circles. The flimsy chair creaked beneath us as I fucked her with my hand, relentlessly and thoroughly.
My free hand slid up her torso, pushing her sweater out of the way to expose her breasts. I palmed one, squeezing gently before pinching her nipple between my fingers. Colette cried out, her sweet cunt clamping down on my fingers as I continued to pump them in and out of her.
“Oh god,” she moaned, grinding herself against my hand shamelessly. I twisted her nipple, enjoying the jolt of pleasure-pain that wracked through her. At the same time, I curled my fingers inside her, making her legs shake.
“That's it,” I growled against her neck, biting down on the tender skin.
“Come on, Silas,” she panted, her voice dripping with bratiness even as her body betrayed her. “That can’t be all you’ve got.” She clenched around my fingers, daring me to give her more. “You're going to have to do better than that if you want me to scream your name.”
I growled, biting down on her neck as I thrust my fingers into her faster, deeper. My other hand tweaked and pulled at her nipple mercilessly. “Take it back,” I demanded, my voice rough with desire. “Tell me how good I'm making you feel.”
“No.”
I tugged my fingers out of her quickly. Her hips jutted upwards with the motion, chasing my hand. “Ah, ah,” I mused, licking one finger clean at an obscenely slow pace. “Not until I hear you.”
She whimpered, her hips bucking wildly against my thigh,searching for friction. “Fuck… you… Silas…” she gasped out, the brat falling away as pleasure consumed her. “Please… more…”
“That's right, Colette,” I murmured against her neck, my fingers returning to her core with a relentless pace. “You're so fucking tight, so wet…” I curled my fingers, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. “He never knew how to touch you, how to make you scream, did he?”
I twisted her nipple harder, sending a shock of pleasure through her. “But I do. I know exactly what you need.” My thumb pressed down on her clit, rubbing firm circles as I fucked her with my fingers. “You're mine, Colette. Your body, your pleasure… it's all mine to claim.”
Colette writhed in my lap, her hips bucking against my hand as I finger-fucked her mercilessly. “Yes,” she gasped, her nails digging into my forearm. “Fuck… just like that…” Her head fell back against my shoulder, exposing the long line of her throat. I took advantage, biting at the delicate skin as I plunged my fingers deeper into her soaked pussy.
“That's it, baby,” I growled, feeling her inner walls flutter around me. “Ride my hand. Take what you need.” My thumb circled her clit faster, pressing down hard as I curled my fingers inside her. “Come for me, Colette. Show me how much better I make you feel than your idiot ex-fiancé ever could.”
A delicious, breathy moan passed through her lips as her head fell back on my shoulder. “How’s this for control, Colette?” I nipped at her earlobe. “Controlling your pleasure. Controlling your climax. Couldhedo that?”
Her body tensed, her back arching as her orgasm crashed over her. “Silas!” she screamed, her pussy clamping down on my fingers like a vice as she came undone in my lap. I continued to thrust into her, drawing out her pleasure until she was a shuddering, whimpering mess.
“That's it,” I murmured, pressing kisses along her jawline as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. “Come for me, Colette. Let me feel you fall apart.” Her hips jerked erratically, milking my fingers asshe came harder than she ever had withhim. I knew it. I couldseeitin the way she clung to me, in the desperate neediness of her cries.
“Good girl,” I praised softly, gentling my touch as she came down from her high."You're so beautiful when you come apart for me."
