I spread my legs just enough to keep her thighs pinned lightly against the arms of the chair. When I slip my hand into her sweats, a soft shiver moves through her. She leans against me, her breath coming out uneven now.
I hum when my fingers trace over her lace panties, down to feel the damp spot soaking the material.
“You’re wet,” I groan.
Her eyes grow hooded now. I nip at her neck, and she leans to the side, granting me access.
“One more round. You want to call a truce, or you think you got this one in the bag?”
“Don’t stop,” she breathes, dragging her lip between her teeth again.
I can feel my dick leaking precum when I dip my fingers into her underwear and over her clit.
Her legs start to quiver, and her eyes are glossy, but she never drags her focus away from the game.
My hips grind against her of their own accord as I continue my slow exploration. Thrusting my finger into her tight heat, I feel the way she soaks my hand.
“You’re so tight, Brinley. So wet for me.” I moan into her ear, my breath coming out in pants.
I add a second finger, thrusting into her again, her thumbs stuttering on the controller.
“If you win this round, I promise the reward at the end will be worth it.”
She nods, almost frantically, as she continues. I don’t make it easy for her, though.
My other hand slides under her shirt and up to her bra, lifting the cup until her breast falls free.
“Coop,” she mutters when I pluck and pinch her nipple, continuing to fuck her pussy while she rides my hand.
I nip at her neck, mumbling things against her ear about how perfect she looks right now, how I can’t wait for her to finish so I can fuck her, and how I can’t wait to feel her tight heat around me.
When she clears the final round, the victory screen lights up the room.
She doesn’t even pay it any mind, though. It’s like the game is forgotten. She tosses the controller on the desk in front of her and leans back against me, resting her head against my shoulder as her lips find mine.
I groan against her mouth, picking up my pace.
“Need you,” she moans against my lips.
It takes everything in me to pause what I’m doing, but I slip my hands out from beneath her clothes and lift her into my arms, carrying her to my bed.
After I turn off the TV, I quickly shed my clothes and reach for the waist of her sweats, pulling them off along with her underwear in one swift move.
Brinley’s gaze is locked on mine as she spreads her legs open, revealing her glistening pussy to me. She sits up and pulls her shirt over her head, tossing it blindly on the floor.
When I crawl over her on the bed, she pulls me down with her. No hesitation or space separating us.
Her fingers trace along my shoulder carefully, like she’s still worried about my injury. I shift her attention away, though, by kissing along her neck, over her collarbone, and down her stomach.
She arches into me as I bury my face between her legs. My fingers grip her hips, holding her open for me as I devour her.
“Please,” she moans, dragging her fingers through my hair and tugging on the strands. “Please, Coop, I need you.”
I brush my fingers through her folds, sliding them into her again before I pull out and move to position my cock at her entrance.
“Fuck,” I murmur, pulling back slightly.
Her brows pull together. “What’s wrong?”
