She spreads her legs wide and wiggles her hips, because shedoesknow the order of events, even if she doesn’t want to follow them.
She considers teasing me without actually letting me taste her, but she’s not the sort of person to deny herself anything.Her pretty mouth stays clamped shut instead of saying something that will only prolong her own torment.
I have no intention of letting her get in her own way.
Knees and elbows on the bed, I bury my face in the delicious wetness of her pussy.
Her hips jump when my teeth graze her clit and she moans, her thoughts cursing me as her need threatens to make her tumble over the proverbial edge, already.
“Someone had a hard time while she was away.”
Her next breath is sharp and she moves her hips with purpose, trying to find my tongue again. “I’m like this because I didn’t have ahardtime.”
When I laugh, she closes her eyes and threatens me in her thoughts, but immediately changes her mind. “Obviously I’m never going to sic my sisters on you.”
“I appreciate that.”
She huffs and squirms, and I finally stop teasing her when I decide Shock and Risk are going to be longer than I want them to be.
She’s been fighting for her orgasm long enough that it takes the barest encouragement for her legs to squeeze against my head. Her fingers grip my hands tight and her blissful little whimpers echo through the room.
Her muscles still tremble as her legs release me.
“I wonder how many we could manage before they get here?” I muse.
Her pout isexactlywhat I expect.
“I’m still taking the Vitamin S, so I’m extra squishy, come on.” She reaches for me with grabby hands. “Stop wasting time and fuck me already.”
“Eating your pussy isnevera waste of time.”
“Fine, but we’ve done that, now come give me what I want.”
“Margot was right. You are greedy.”
Nodding vigorously, she opens and closes her hands again. “Only for the three of you.”
Biting my tongue, I crawl up the bed and over her, but I don’t give her what she wants yet.
“We should go eat something. Are you hungry?”
“Arc.” She elongates my name and bops my chest with the side of her fist. “You’re being impossible.”
“Is that what this is?”
I nip at her lower lip and laugh at the way her frustration plays across our bond. I feel the others’ amusement too.
When she shifts her weight and tries to turn me on to my back, I go, pulling her with me.
“Why,” I ask as I brush her hair back over her ear, “do you look mad that you got what you wanted?”
That only makes her narrow her eyes even more. But she squirms and proves her previous claims correct. Sheissquishy enough to take what she wants tonight.
And my heart is squishy enough to let her.
No more teasing or toying tonight. Just everything she wants.
Brow raised, she studies my face.Why are you looking at me like that?
