I groan. “You sure, Princess?”
“Touch me,” she gasps, “please.”
Not needing to be asked twice, I run my whole hand between her legs, feeling the lace of her underwear.
“Fuck, lace is so fucking hot.”
She chuckles. “Good to know.”
I can already feel how wet she is as she grinds against my hand, clearly desperate for any kind of friction. Keeping my other hand in her hair, I tilt her head back further, pulling her away from the kiss. She resists the hold and tries to kiss me again.
“Nah, princess. I wanna watch your face as you get yourself off on my hand.”
She moans and surprises me by doing as I ask, maintaining eye contact while she continues to grind against me.
Her breath tells me how close she’s getting, but I want… no, I need to feel more of her. Pushing her underwear to the side, I ease my middle finger into her, using the base of my palm to rub against her clit.
“Fuck!” she cries.
“So loud, you want everyone out there to hear you?”
“Shut up.”
“I’m not the one making all the noise.”
I curl my finger slightly, searching for that spot, and I know I’ve found it when she cries out again.
“Fuck, Diablo!”
“Using names too? Come on, we don’t wanna make Designer Suit Steve jealous now, do we?”
“Fuck you.”
She grips my shirt as her body lets out a small shudder.
“You’re getting close, princess. Tell me what you need.”
She moans and bites her lip like she did in her apartment. Fuck, it drives me crazy seeing her do that, all I want to do is bite it myself.
“I told you not to fucking do that,” I say, gripping her hair tighter. “Now tell me what you need.”
She whimpers, so close to coming undone.
“Use your words, princess.”
“Fuck,” she pants, “I need another finger inside me and use your thumb on my clit.”
“There, that wasn’t so difficult was it,” I say, following her instructions.
I don’t know how I’m managing to stay so calm; this is the hottest fucking sex of my life and I’m not even getting touched. Even with one finger inside her she feels so fucking tight, and as I pull out to add another, I’m trying really hard not to think about how it would feel to have my cock buried inside her right now.
Curling my fingers to find that spot again, I use my thumb to circle her clit, and her body trembles. She’s gripping my shoulders like a vice, fuck, I hope she leaves bruises.
She pulses around my fingers and holds her breath for a moment before allowing her body to succumb to her orgasm. I keep my hand there while she rides it out, wanting to prolong it as long as she needs. Her eyes are closed, and in that moment she’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll never get tired of this sight; I want to make her come again and again.
She comes down from her high, and removes my hand from between her legs, trembling with oversensitivity as my fingers brush along her. Opening her eyes, she looks at me, and I can’t resist lifting my fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean. I’ve never done that before, usually just wiping my hands on something, but I couldn’t resist, and I’m glad I didn’t, she tastes fucking incredible.
“Fuck,” she says, her head falling back against the door.
