“Does that feel good?”
She nods, biting her lip.
“Say it.”
“It … it feels good.” The words come out breathless and shaky. “It feels … I don’t know …”
Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.” There’s no hesitation now. Her hips rock harder, grinding against me with a desperation that makes heat pool low in my stomach.
“Ask for it.”
“I—please.” Her rhythm falters. “I want?—”
The pink in her cheeks turns red, spreading down her throat.
“What do you want?”
Say it. Beg for it.A woman’s voice, sharp with impatience. Tell me how much you need it.
But her voice isn’t sharp. It’s trembling and uncertain. She wants something she doesn’t quite know how to ask for.
“I want …” She swallows, then meets my eyes. “I want you inside me ... please?”
The words hit somewhere deeper. She asked. She said please. She didn’t demand.
And fuck. I want to give it to her. I want to flip her over and bury myself into her until neither of us can think.
“Not yet.”
“But I?—”
I slide my hand between her thighs, and the sound she makes when my fingers find her sends a jolt of heat straight through me.
Make her ready for me. I want her dripping when I take her.
A man’s voice. A woman’s bed. My hand between her thighs while he watched her face and told me what to do.
One finger pushes inside her, and she tenses.
“Cairn?”
“Breathe. Relax.”
Curl your fingers. Find the spot. Make her scream.
She takes a shaky breath. I add a second finger, curling them,as I thrust them in and out.
“Oh!” Her hands flatten against my chest.
She rocks against my hand, chasing the sensation, and the sounds she makes …
Faster. I said faster.
I keep my pace slow. This isn’t then. This is now.
