Her palm was soft, smaller than mine, delicate. I guided it down with mine, slow, controlled, my grip easing over hers. I couldn’t stop the sound I made. That groan you give when your body stops pretending it has any control left.
Her lips parted. She blinked like she didn’t know where to look, my face or my cock. And fuck, it wrecked me.
“You like watching?”
She nodded slowly.
“Say it,” I brushed my knuckles down her side. “Be honest with me. I love it when you’re honest.”
“I like watching you.”
I groaned, and tipped my head back against the tile for a second, to stop myself from losing it.
“Good girl,” I muttered. “That’s my girl.”
She kept her hand there—our hands there—and I let her lead, just for a moment. I needed her to feel what she was doing to me.
My fingers slipped down to her waist. I traced the dip of her spine, then cupped the back of her neck.
“Look at me.”
She did. And it undid me.
“I don’t know what the fuck this is,” I said quietly, my thumb stroking her jaw. “But you’re inside my head, Madeline. I wake up wanting you, I go to sleep missing you, and when you touch me like this—” I guided her again, a slow stroke that made her bite her lip. “—it feels like I’ve been waiting my whole life just to feel you like this.”
Her eyes stayed locked with mine.
“I like you like this,” she whispered. “When you stop pretending you don’t feel anything.”
I leaned down and kissed her. Soft and reverent, like I needed her mouth just to stay sane. She kissed me back, fingers loosening around me, but not letting go.
“Does it feel good?”
I laughed, or groaned—it came out somewhere between both. “Jesus,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. “You asking me that while you’re touching me is gonna ruin me.”
She froze. “Sorry?—”
“Don’t be,” I pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “Yes. It feels good. So good I’m not sure how I’m holding it together.”
She let out a breath, almost a smile. “I just wanted to know if I was… giving you anything close to what you give me.”
I opened my eyes. Only to watch as she lowered herself to kneel. Fucking kneel in front of me. That lit my possessive tendencies on fire.
“You are,” My voice was hoarse. “You are, baby. You have no fucking idea.”
Her lips parted like she didn’t believe me.
“You can tell me the truth. If I’m doing it wrong?—”
“Stop.” My other hand rose to her cheek. I held her face, made her look at me. “You’re not doing it wrong.”
Her eyes dropped again, unsure.
“You’re doing it right, angel. So right I’m fighting not to finish just from your touch.” I exhaled hard, forcing my voice steady. “And I can’t remember the last time I had to do that.”
She bit her lip.
“Hey. That honesty… fuck, I love that about you.” I tilted her chin gently.
