“Penelope,” I warn.
She stiffens and stills.Her heart pounds against my chest as awareness flows through her.
“What happened?”she whispers.
“You’re groping me in your sleep,” I manage despite the desire thickening my throat.
She flexes her fingertips against my ribs and shifts experimentally on top of me.I groan.Her breath warms my chest through my shirt.
“I don’t want to stop,” she admits.
Fucking hell, she’s going to be the death of me.I grind the back of my head into the carpet and loosen my hands despite wanting to pull her tighter to me.
“Then don’t.I’m yours, sweet pea,” I rumble.
She lifts her head.I meet her eyes and fight for control.Her hungry hazel orbs and long lashes enchant me.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispers.
“Goddamn it, pipsqueak, you’re really going to kill me.Let me—”
She freezes when I span my fingers over her back.I lift my hands and wait until she relaxes, then fist the thick carpet fibers on either side of my hips.
“I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.Grope away, sweet pea.I’m not going anywhere,” I vow.
Her shaky breath washes over my neck and chin.My cock jerks as she explores my torso with increasingly bold hands.When she circles my left nipple with her thumb, I press my heels into the floor and bunch my thighs to hold back the tsunami of need swirling at the base of my spine.
I bite back a shout as she pinches both my nipples between her diabolical digits.Her squirming nearly tips me over the edge.
Needing to divert her attention elsewhere before I disgrace myself, I growl and test her submission with the dirtiest words I’ve ever spoken.
“Touch yourself, sweet pea.Put your hand inside your shorts and play with that pretty little pussy for me.”
I bite my tongue and groan as she follows my command.She unties the drawstring on my oversized shorts and slips her hand inside.Her gasp as her fingers find her warm, sensitive flesh travels down my spine.
“Sebastian,” she breathes my name then wrecks me with the hottest admission imaginable.“I’ve never been this wet before.”
I growl, tighten my fists on the rug, and hold back my release by the skin of my teeth.
“How wet, sweet pea?Hot and slick under your fingers?Coating your hand?Dripping down your leg?”
“Yesssss.Oh god, I need more,” she moans.
“Stroke your clit for me,” I command.
She sucks on her lip ring before letting it pop free of her mouth.
“I am.It’s not enough,” she whines.
I growl and dig my heels into the hardwood floor to center myself.
“Slip your finger inside your pussy,” I growl.
As her knuckles graze my abdomen, she tilts her hips back and forth and squeezes her knees around my hips.Fabric tears underneath me, but I don’t dare loosen my grip on the rug.
“I need more,” she whimpers.
Magma pulses in my balls.Sweat drips down my nape.She’s too fucking perfect.
