I drop my face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in.
"You're driving me mad," I admit. "Let me sleep."
"You're the one who came to bed locked and loaded."
I snort at the accusation, but she's not wrong.
"I couldn't help it. Not after I left here earlier." I hate that the admission slipped out.
She's bating me with her ass, grinding it against my cock, her hand on my hip, pulling me closer.
She's a siren.
She's a venomous spider, luring me into her web.
Even knowing that, I find her sex with my hand, spreading her and sliding two fingers through her wetness.
"Fuck, you're soaked."
"I can't help it." Her mirrored words as I sink two fingers inside her have me ravenous.
There's no way to leave this bed and find any sanity. There's no way to leave this bed without fucking her.
I want her to scream for me, awake and aware.
I want her pleasure to be mine.
I fucking wanther.
"I need more than this. I can't stand it," I admit, licking up her throat.
"Me too," she breathes, rolling and taking my fingers from her center.
Subconsciously, I knew what I wanted when I got into this bed nude and hard, but I thought maybe her presence would lull me to sleep.
Instead, it made it worse.
Her hand wraps around my dick and slides up and down the shaft, and my mouth drops open.
"Harder," I grit out. "Jerk it harder."
Her grip tightens, her hand stealing my breath as she does as she's told for once.
"Faster," I plead.
"No." Her pace remains even, her eyes flicking to mine. "I don't want you to come yet."
"Poison," I warn, when she lets go of me, ruining the building ache.
Rolling onto her back, she tugs on my arm, as if to lure me over her body, between her thighs.
I've only been in that position when she's unaware, so I hesitate.
I don't want to ruin what we had before, even if she wasn't present for the connection I think I have with her.
But not doing this would halt everything in its tracks.
I worry that maybe I won't like her like this, her eyes open, her body alert.
