He slides his cock over my clit. "Try again."
I bite his shoulder to keep from moaning.
He shudders violently. "Looks like my Minx is showing up to play." His erection toys with my clit faster.
"No penetration," I manage.
"Yeah," he rasps, tugging on my tits, making my vision blur. "If that's what you want."
He moves his cock off my clit, and it lands on my thigh.
I press my hand on his hip to move him back.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You don't get it unless you ask for it," he taunts, then moves his fingers inside me.
I drag my nails down his back, then anchor them into his skin. "Brax?—"
"I'm waiting," he says, then shoves his fingers in my mouth. He orders, "Suck. And I'm ready for you to drown me in your juice, Minx."
I suck my arousal off his fingers.
He pulls them out, teases my clit to the point I'm going to orgasm, then holds them next to my mouth. He rubs it on my lips and puts his cock over me. He orders, "Just say it." He dips the tip an inch inside me.
My world tilts. My hips jerk and breath breaks. My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I push.
He grins, not moving his cock. "You need to say you want me, Minx."
I cave, "I want you."
His cock glides so fast inside me, I lose my breath.
"OhDio. OhDio. OhDio!" I moan.
He watches every second of my expression with his eyes dark, jaw clenched, and breath heavy over mine. His hand reaches for my wrist, and he pins it above my head, slowly thrusting deep inside me.
My nails push harder into his shoulders. He groans, and I press his head closer until his lips are back on mine. Our tongues swirl together in a battle that no one wants to stop. Arousal fills the air, thick, hot, mixing with our sweat.
He murmurs between kisses, "Mine."
Every time he says it, my heart dances. I move a hand to his ass, so over-sensitized I'm already dizzy. I press him toward me, ordering, "Faster."
He doesn't argue, speeds up his thrusts, and my back arches. My cells explode with adrenaline, creating a euphoria so intense my sounds turn incoherent.
"Fuck, Minx," he grits out, his chest rumbling against mine. Then his erection swells, pushing me so high my eyes roll.
When I collapse back onto the sheets, shaking, he kisses my cheek, then my jaw, then my mouth. In a victorious tone, he taunts, "Still want to leave the bed?"
"Yes," I lie.
He smirks, resting his forehead against mine. "Good. I like when you lie."
I freeze. "Why?"
His expression darkens. "It means you're back."
I stay quiet.
He rolls off me and tugs me with him.
