“Theo. Oh god. I—I—I—”
“Say it, Laney.”
I’m twisting and writhing in his touch,right there, right on the edge of coming.
“Say you want to fuck me too,” he breathes while his fingers make me wetter than I’ve ever been and the tension spiraling inside me gets higher and higher. “Say you want to eat my cock. Say you want me to make you come in the ocean. Say you want to give me a hand job in your old bedroom in your parents’ house.”
Everything breaks loose inside me, and spasms overtake me. “Yes,” I gasp.
“Are you coming?”
“Yes.”
“Say it, Laney.Say it.”
“Oh, god. I’m—I’m—Theo. I—”
“Tell me you’re coming.”
He’s still jerking his fingers inside me. Still playing my clit. I’m coming hard and fast and long and deep, so deep I can feel it in the pit of my stomach, so hard I’m almost cramping. “I’m coming,” I gasp. “Oh my god, I’m coming.”
“Yeah, you are, you sexy-ass goddess.”
My entire body flushes as the sensations roll through me. “Don’t—make fun—”
He swallows the rest of my sentence with a searing kiss while he slows the delicious torture on my spasming inner muscles and my overly sensitive clit.
“Fucking. Goddess,” he repeats against my mouth before thrusting his tongue back in.
And I love it.
I do.
Not because I feel like I’m rebelling.
But because I feelalive.
Andfree.
Andsafe.
He slips his fingers out of my vagina, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness.
But then he rocks his cock against my clit, andoh my god.
Bare skin to bare skin.
His thick, hard, straining length nestles between my slick thighs.
I should ask him if he has a condom.
I should.
But I don’twantto.
Iwantto take him inside my overworked vagina and do for him what he just did for me.
But then I hear it.
