Which means she’s ready for another one.
Without giving her much of a reprieve, I keep my eyes on her while pushing a finger into her entrance.
“Wes,” she cries, trying to push me away, but I don’t let her. I move my thumb to her sensitive bud while thrusting my finger into her.
“Yeah, Angel?” I smirk.
“I can’t, I’m too sensitive.”
“Aw,” I coo. “Too bad, you’re going to.”
I push another finger into her tight heat while she continues to protest. I wait to see if she’ll say the one thing to get me to stop. There’s one way to make this end and she knows exactly what that is.
She’s been able to say it at any point, but she hasn’t.
Just like now as I fuck her with my fingers, she cries out so many words. But none of them aresunflower.
It doesn’t take long for me to pull another orgasm from her. This time, as her body convulses, I make sure to lap up her release. The sweet tang of her hitting my tongue makes me so desperate to get inside her that I can’t help but thrust my hips against the bed.
As she comes down once again, I climb back up her body, trailing my wet fingers along her skin, up her stomach, pushing her shirt up along the way. I reach her chest as our faces are only a couple inches from each other and my hips are resting between her spread thighs.
I bring my hand up, lifting my fingers into my mouth and sucking the taste of her off them. Her mouth drops with a silent gasp as she watches the movement. When I remove them from between my lips, I hold them up to hers.
Without hesitating, she lets me push the digits into her mouth and sucks them. Immediately reminding me of the way it felt when she dropped to her knees in front of me in the shower.
“How do you taste?” I rasp.
“Not sure, all I taste is you.” She runs her tongue along her bottom lip and it is so tempting. We haven’t kissed, not even that first night, and the way I want to do it right now is so strong.
But not yet.
I bring our faces closer together, our breath mingling in the tiny open space between our lips.
“Then how do I taste?”
“Better than you should,” she practically whispers.
My hips push forward at the softness of her voice because it’s so different for Bailey. There’s a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, and I know I almost have her where I want her.
That’s why I slide my hand between us once again, while I drop my forehead to hers. “Maybe I’ll let you taste more as long as you give me another one.”
I graze her clit with the tip of my finger, and she arches up into me with a sharp cry. She shakes her head. “No, there’s no way.”
“Remember this the next time you want to be a brat.”
She continues to protest all while chasing my hand with her hips. Her words are saying one thing, while her body says the opposite. She bites down on her bottom lip when I push a finger into her wetness once again and she’s clenching around me as she finds yet another release she swears she couldn’t handle.
Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. The air betweenus is thick with tension, and anticipation. And when her eyes open once again, I see it. Just for a moment. A glimpse of her softness.
Bailey Collee letting me in, if only just for a second.
“Are you okay?” I ask, the words catching me by surprise that I let them out.
They seem to do the same to her because her eyes widen slightly. I expect some smart ass response, but instead she just nods.
“Good,” I grunt, standing up, and help pull her shorts back on.
She sits up on the edge of my bed; I lean forward, pressing my fists onto the mattress by her hips. “You did so well for me, keep it up and you can earn a reward next time.”
