“Oh—oh Lord…” She barely breathes it, spreadin’ her thighs wider.
Heat pours through her, neck to knees, belly to brain, floodin’ every corner.
His thumb strokes inside, his fingers massagin’ her clit until it heats the nerves. “Your pussy’s beggin’ me to stay right fuckin’ here.”
She’s noddin’ so fast, her neck’s a spring as she presses herself down onto his knuckles, rockin’ against his touch.
He chuckles, thrusting his thumb to the knuckle, curlin’ slowly, his voice droppin’ low to a groan, “You’re so fuckin’ wet.” Over her shoulder, his smile’s painted erotic, keepin’ two fingers movin’ filthy on her clit. “You’re soakin’ my fuckin’ hand—damn, sweetheart.”
Her thighs clench, embarrassed. “Oh Lord, I’m sorry?—”
But he palms her ass, squeezin' and spreadin' her cheek, draggin’ her back into him. “Nah. Don’t apologize. You keep makin’ a mess for me, I’ll keep goin’.”
He pumps in a torturing rhythm, his breath hitchin’ at the wet sound.
“Jesus…” he breathes. “You always get this wet, or this ‘cause’a me?”
“You,” she whines, fuckin’ down on his fingers, sloppy and shameless. “Just ‘cause’a you, Andrew Harding. Oh my God—” breath breaking, “I’m with Andrew Harding…”
He breathes against her, stirrin’ her open wider, his hand slidin' up her belly and grabbin' her hip. “And your pussy feels so fuckin’ good in his hand.” Somethin’ warm leaks out, and he coats her up the middle, smears it over her clit. She gasps, forehead droppin’ down on the wall as he paints her heat with her own mess. “Look at you—filthy as hell. All this?” He shakes his head. “It’s fuckin’ lethal.”
She’d never believe those words from anyone’s mouth, especially not his. But the way he’s lookin’ at her when he says it? The way he’s touchin’ her? She almost does.
And for the first time in her whole damn life, she don’t wanna hide.
He reaches up and grabs a handful of breast, squeezing soft.
“Yes. Oh my—”She can’t stop the way her hips buck back against him.“Oh—feels so good.”
She should be humiliated, exposed, dirty, but she don’t.
Not when a daytime galaxy’s floatin’ through her veins.
She sinks chest-first into the wall with a smile.
Skin flushed, she's soakin’ warmth everywhere.
“There you go, sweetheart.” His thumb's stuffed inside her while his heavy fingers keep a dizzy rhythm on her clit. And his lips fallin’ open again, breath spillin’ hot steam on her neck. “All'a you's sexy as fuck.”
The orgasm’s summer heat climbin’ through her, like the sun’s beatin’ down on her. She can’t catch a breath that don't fight back. And it feels like she’s floatin’. And Lord, she ain’t never floated before.
“I’m fixin’ to…” she whimpers, voice cracked and gone, blood bloomin’ heat. “I’m gonna?—”
“You're gettin' there, huh? Hold it for me. I ain't done with you yet."
He slips two fingers between her slit, splits it open and drags down, sinkin' his long fingers inside, then grinds slow, makin’ her slick seep out and slide down her thighs. His other hand slides down the front of her, catching her clit. He pumps steady at first, then faster, until her legs shake hard, the pleasure stretchin’ out, reachin’ for the climax.
Then she breaks, her whole body jerkin’ when it ropes her right up.
Blood burnin’, breath stuck, bones rattlin’, it bursts out of her, warmth spillin’ through her like her soul’s been holdin’ back for years. It breaks her into pieces, mouth hung open with a moan, throat raw, eyes wide. It's a lasso wrapped tight aroundevery limb, every muscle, the orgasm tyin’ her up where she can’t move. All she can do is take it.
Then her whole body goes slack, chest rising and fallin’ fast.
Her spine sinks into the heat of him, legs useless, arms heavy.
Her mouth parts with a moan—“Oh my Lord…”
She melts against the wall, her whole body buzzin’ and ruined.
