“Fuck you!” I rage, shoving at his hands as he curls his fingertips around the top of the fabric either side of my hips.
But as he starts to pull, I lift my ass away from the mat so the fabric rolls down my legs easily.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, looking at the tiny black lace panties I’m wearing.
He’s back over me in a shot, his breath hot and heavy as I try to roll away. He plants one giant hand on my shoulder, forcing me onto my back beneath him.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
I shudder, entranced by the intensity his eyes have taken on as he drags the back of his knuckles down the center of my panties.
“You are so wet for me, aren’t you?”
He licks his lips, his forehead creasing as he turns his fingers and runs the pads of them over me. I push his hand away, but he puts it straight onto my lower stomach, slipping it beneath the top of the lace.
“Stop,” I say weakly.
I’m not even putting any effort into pretending to fight anymore and I’m sure he knows it.
“You want this,” he breathes. “You want my hands on you. My mouth. I bet you want my cock too, don’t you?”
I bite back a moan as he slides his hand lower. His eyelids hood as his fingertips meet the slick arousal coating my skin. I grab hold of his wrist like I’m going to stop him.
“Say it,” he whispers, his pupils dilating as my breathing stutters.
“Get off me,” I whisper, but it sounds more like an invitation as I hold his eyes and encourage his hand to slip lower until his fingertips graze my entrance.
“Not that.” He shakes his head at the same time as I nod mine.
I tilt my head back and moan as I rub his fingers against me.
“Say it,” he warns, his eyes darkening as my wetness smears over him.
“Say what?” I moan louder, circling my hips.
“You know what. Your word. Say your word.”
He starts moving his fingers without my encouragement, sliding them over my skin.
“Say it,” he groans.
“M…”
His eyes flash as I part my lips.
“Good girl. Say it. You know you have to say it,” he rasps.
I slide my hand around the back of his neck, toying with his hair. “You want me to say it?”
“Youneedto say it,” he forces out like he’s barely holding back.
I pull his face to mine, lifting my mouth to his ear. “Make me.”
He yanks back, snapping his eyes to mine. They’re on fire, like he’s about to give me hell.
“Say it,” he hisses, his voice gaining power. “This stops now.”
I stare at him, licking my lips as his fingers slide over me, rubbing circles over my swollen clit.
