“Touch me. Please. I need...”
He presses down on my clit, just for a second, and I buck off the bed.
“Words, Cara.”
“Your fingers. Inside me. Please.”
He pushes two fingers into me without warning.
I scream, my hips bucking off the bed. He’s not gentle about it. He fucks me with his fingers, hard and fast, curling them to find that spot that makes my vision blur. His thumb finds my clit, presses down, rubs in tight circles.
“Yes, fuck, yes...”
He adds a third finger and I clench around him. The stretch makes me gasp.
“Nate... please...”
“Not yet.” He slows his fingers and I whine in frustration.
I’m so close. I can feel it building, that coil of heat in my belly, and he knows it. His strokes turn lazy, teasing.
“Nate.”
“Don’t stop.”
He pulls his fingers almost all the way out, then pushes them back in slowly, so slowly I want to scream.
I whimper, trying to rock my hips against his hand, but he presses down on my stomach to hold me still.
“Nate, please...”
He withdraws his fingers completely and I sob at the loss. Before I can protest, he’s moving down my body, shouldering between my thighs. His breath is hot against my pussy.
“Nate.”
He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, right where the slick is glistening. Then higher. Closer to where I need him.
“Please.”
“Nate. Please. I need your mouth...”
He licks a long, slow stripe through my folds.
My whole body jerks. He holds my hips down, pinning me to the mattress with his forearms, and licks me again. Slower. Savoring. He groans against me—low and hungry.
“Please.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth.
I scream.
My hands fist in his hair, my thighs clamping around his head. He doesn’t let up. He eats me like he’s starving for it, tongue stroking, lips sucking, fucking me with his mouth. The sounds are obscene. Wet and messy and desperate.
“Nate... fuck... please...”
He groans against me and dives back in, tongue plunging inside me. I nearly come off the bed. He fucks me with his tongue, slow and deep, while his nose nudges my clit. Then he pulls out and sucks on my clit, alternating between the two until I don’t know which way is up.
“More... please... I need more...”
