My own release doesn’t matter if I get to witness her falling apart.
She squirms in my lap when I drop her wrists, and I bring my thumb to the front of her panties and rub a slow circle on her clit, right to the wet spot that I want to drag my tongue along.
Maisie’s eyes flutter shut, her head dropping back on her shoulders as she fists my hoodie, fingertips digging into the muscles of my abdomen, holding herself steady.
The soft ends of her hair tickle the tops of my thighs, even through my sweatpants, and I nearly fucking shiver.
Her breath catches when I hook my fingers around the front of her panties and yank them to the side.
I want, no, I fuckingneedto see her.
“Fuck.” The word sounds like it was choked out of me, and hell, it feels like it was.
Her pussy’s glistening with wetness, her clit swollen as it peeks out from the hood, so pink and pretty my mouth fucking waters.
I gather all of that sticky, creamy arousal on my fingers and spread it over her clit, thrumming roughly, faster than before, because she’s being so fucking patient, being such a good girl.
I will give her what she needs.
I trail my middle finger through her pussy to her entrance, and I circle it in the same rhythm as my thumb circles her clit, barely pressing inside.
“Wilder. Oh God…” she breathes, her hips frantically chasing the feel of my fingers. “I think I could… come. I might come.”
I pull back to look at her, the words hoarse. “You might?”
Her eyes fly open, and she stills.
I don’t look away, holding her gaze as I work my finger up to my knuckle inside her wet heat, and my head fucking swims from how goddamn tight she is.
How snug she feels around a single fuckingfinger.
“I’ve never been able to come from… penetration by myself,” she says quietly, a dark flush staining her cheeks. “I’ve tried,with my fingers, and I think I’ve been close before, but it would just fade away. I just kind of gave up?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Motherfucker.
Not only has she never been touched before besides me, but she’s never been able to bring herself to orgasm?
“I want you to make me come, Wilder. I want you to be the one to show me exactly what to do when I’m alone and touching myself… when I’m thinking of you,” she adds, her wide blue eyes flaring. “When I’m thinking aboutthis.”
Her pussy flutters tightly around my finger, and a groan rumbles out of me, one I don’t bother trying to stop.
She’s going to kill me.
Literally fucking kill me.
How I ended up here, being the fucked-up, selfish asshole that I am, with someone like her… I’ll never understand.
Fuck knows that I’m not worthy. I don’t deserve the privilege of touching her, but I’m too selfish to stop. Too tangled up in this. In her.
I’ve never given a fuck about repercussions. The fallout.
Fuck the consequences.
“You don’t need me to come, baby,” I rasp, holding on to restraint I’m not sure I even fucking possess, half fucking delirious with desire that the pet name tumbles out of my mouth before I can stop it. I’m lost. I’m fucking gone. “And if someone is touching you without putting your pleasure first, then he’s a boy, not a man. I’m a fucking man, and the only thing that matters to me is feeling you come apart for me, feeling your cum coating my fingers, my tongue, my face.”
I add another finger, thrusting deep and curling until I feel her nails biting into my stomach.
