with this teeth-gritting need to break.
Andrew notices,
his hands falling down my body.
“You don’t gotta do nothin’.
“Just fuckin’ breathe and let me have you.”
I lift a brow. “Let youhaveme?”
“Mhm.”He grabs behind my knee,
hooking my leg around his hip,
pressing in, chest to chest,
needing every inch of me flush to him.
He holds my leg hostage under his elbow,
that hand spreading wide
and creeping down the back of my thigh.
“Been needin’ you close bad. You got no fuckin’ idea.” His nose grazes my cheek, breath hits my ear. “Don’t gotta mean somethin' to you, call it whatever you want—just a fuckin' orgasm. Just let me hold you, let me feel close to you for five minutes. That’s it. Please.”
My nose nudges his jaw. “You beggin’?”
“Yeah, I’m beggin’. Dyin’. On my knees in my fuckin’ chest for you.”
I swallow,
nodding as his other hand slips under,
fingers dragging heat up the wet center of my panties.
He holds my eyes in the palms of his?—
heavy, half-lidded,
pupils vibrating with restraint.
Then his fingers slip under the seam,
and he fists the cotton,
his knuckles sliding soft over the bare seam of me.
I suck in a breath,
my eyes fluttering, threatening to close.
But I keep them open. On his.
He doesn’t rush,
sliding my panties far off to the side,
