Her lips part, and I don’t hesitate, swiping my tongue along the seam and tasting her. She deepens it more, her hunger growing as our tongues tangle together.
“I need you,” she whimpers, and I nearly lose all control, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
Settling my hands on her waist, I walk her back on the bed before easing her down, resting her head against the pillows. Her legs fall apart of their own accord, and I position myself between them.
When I look down at her like this, seeing how eager she responds to the real me, it’s fucking intoxicating. I’m barely holding it together right now.
Leaning forward, I prop my weight up on my left elbow, sliding my other hand around the curve of her head, and our lips find one another with ease.
Her fingers glide up my torso, greedy and fevered as she claws at the sweater. She tugs it up, and I let her pull it over my head, tossing it somewhere in the room.
She sinks deeper into the pillow to get a better view. Her eyes wander, hunger consuming her stare as it scours across my bare, tattooed torso, over every mound of muscle and sharp, defined line.
Her fingers skim between my abs, following the trail of hair that disappears beneath my pants. “You’reannoyinglyhot. Like, stupid level of attractiveness.” Irritation twists her face, like my appearance offends her somehow. “You know that though. You don’t need me to tell you.”
My dick throbs against its restraints from her sassy tone. “Nothing compares to hearing you say it.”
She rolls her eyes.
Is she baiting me? Trying to bring out my rougher,dominant side? She’s not going to have much of a choice if she keeps it up. I’m going to snap soon, come unglued.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Serena.” My tone is genuine, warm.
Her lips purse, quivering with amusement. “Iknow.” She giggles, mocking me. “But nothing compares to hearing you say it.”
“So sassy.” I tease her.
She rolls her eyes, the big blues disappearing. A mischievous smile tugs at her lips.
I grab her chin, and her gaze widens with shock, a darkness stirring. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
She does it again, and this time, I lightly slap her cheek, enough to sting, but nothurt. The prickling sensation does little to stop her from doing it once again.
“You want me to be rough with you? Hmm?” I flatten my hand over her mouth, covering her from muttering a single word. “This ismyfantasy, remember?”
Nodding, she taps my hand, and I give her permission to speak.
“Your fantasy is so”—her eyes twinkle—“boring.”
My fingers sink into her side, dancing as I tickle her. She erupts into a fit of giggles as I assault her side.
“Boring?” I taunt her. “Really?”
“Stop it!” she cries out, laughing, wiggling beneath me. “Stop!”
Her hips buck, grinding up into me, and my cock reacts like it hasn’t been touched by her in years. But I understand the pathetic need. My heart feels the same way when it comes to her.
“Stop what? Tormenting you? Beingboring?” In oneswift movement, I slide my hand from her side, back under her head. I wrap her hair in my knuckles, tugging sharply.
“Shit,” she gasps, her back arching and legs widening, welcoming me.
“Aww,” I mockingly console her. “Was that too intense for you?”
Challenge darkens her gaze. “Screw you.”
A rumbling chuckle vibrates out of me, from deep in my chest. With my other hand, I grab her wrist, sliding it under her ass, repeating the same step with her other one.
She looks up at me, confused.
