She’s right. This does help her. She’s putting everything she has into it.
“Such a little fighter,” I muse as I snake a hand between our bodies and place it on her inner thigh, but not too close to where they join.
She could try and get the upper hand over me now. At this part of the attack, I would be distracted. Too lost in her, one hand groping her perfect, soft breast, the other inches from her pussy, to notice.
Come on, Sinclair. You can do it.
Her breathing quickens, and she shoves at my chin. She could go for my eyes or my groin. My throat. Somewhere.
But it’s like she’s lost, needing something to push her over, to give her that final boost. She grabs at my hair, completely missing an opportunity to hit me in the face as I straighten up and look at her.
“Asshole,” she says, her eyes burning.
I hold her eyes, wanting to tip her over that edge. Show her what she’s capable of.
I lick my lips. “You going to come on my cock as I fill you, baby?”
Her eyes narrow. She’s so close, I can sense it.
“You going to milk me dry with this beautiful cunt?” I stroke her inner thigh with my thumb, still keeping it away from the heat that’s seeping through her clothes.
She fights against me, still so close to overpowering me.
But close isn’t good enough.
Close won’t save her.
Come on, Sinclair.
Her lips part and blood fires through my veins like a shooting cannon, urging me to push her to her limit. To make her see that she’s capable and strong. Just like I’m always telling her.
I yank the neckline of her top down roughly, exposing her breast. Her nipple pebbles as the air hits it.
She gasps, but still doesn’t use her safe word. Her eyes drop to her breast, then back to my face, her lids hooding as I slide my hand up slowly and drag my thumb over her nipple, taunting her as I click my tongue.
“I think you like me touching you, baby. Admit it.”
“Screw you,” she hisses. “Your hands on me makes my skin crawl.”
She’s stopped fighting me. Her eyes are glued to where I’m cupping her breast and teasing her nipple.
But she has to remember what this is all for. She needs to be safe. I’d lay down my own life to protect her, but if there’s even a small chance someone could get to her, she needs to fight them with all she has.
Ineedher to be okay.
I need to push her to her breaking point.
“My hands?” I growl, holding her eyes as I lower my head toward her body. “How about my tongue?”
She watches me in silence as I move closer. She’s going to fight back any second. She’s going to stop me. I move painstakingly slowly.
Come on, Sinclair.
My lips brush her nipple, and her sharp intake of breath makes her chest rise, pushing the tip between them. I hold her eyes as I take it in my mouth… and suck.
Her eyes widen as an involuntary groan slips from the back of my throat. My grip on her thigh tightens, and I suck harder, rolling my tongue around the tip.
She stiffens beneath me.
