“Right.”
I kissed her neck from her shoulder up to her earlobe, tugging at it with my teeth. At the same time, I pushed her dress up her thigh. I touched between her legs, and instead of fabric, I felt her bare skin.
“Fuck, you’re not wearing panties!”
“I didn’t know I was going to have company. Although, forthisparticular company, I wouldn’t put any panties on anyway. You just take them off every time.”
“Hell yes, I do,” I growled.
I began to rub my fingers slowly along her pussy as I kissed her neck and her shoulders. She opened her thighs a bit wider. I took my time, feeling as her body tightened up. A few strokes later, she drenched my fingers.
“I love how fast you get wet. I like spooning!”
She laughed, but then it turned into a moan. “This is definitely not what spooning means.”
She gasped as I slipped two fingers inside her. I moved them in and out with quick speed, and she opened her thighs wider still.
“Beckett, how can you—ohhhh!” Her moans turned louder before transforming into groans. Her body started to shudder.
“Beckett, Beckett!” she chanted. Her fingers grazed mine, and I realized she was touching her clit.
“No, beautiful, not today. Today your pussy is mine.”
She whimpered. “You want me to stop touching myself?”
“Yes. I’m the one who touches you.”
She took her hand away, and so did I because I needed to change position. I reached to her from the front so I could touch her clit at the same time as I slid my fingers into her pussy.
“Can I take off your pants?” she whispered.
“Hell yes,” I replied as I curved my fingers inside her.
She fiddled with my belt with one hand only. Before long, she freed my cock. Feeling her palm squeeze me good put me on edge already.
“Take your hand away, beautiful.”
“That’s not fair.”
“No, it’s not, but I make all the rules.”
She took her hand away, and I immediately positioned the tip of my erection so I could slide it along her opening, just the way my fingers had done before.
“This is so good!”
Her breath was shaky. I wasn’t doing much better either. Just sliding like this against her was fucking exquisite. The skin-on-skin contact?—
I stopped and rose, looking her in the eye.
“Piper, no condom. I’m clean.”
“I’m clean too,” she whispered.
“And the rest?”
“Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it?”
I laughed and pushed my hips forward. My laughter transformed into a growl.
