I swear to God I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
The word almost slips out.
Beautiful.
I clamp my jaw shut before I let it slip, because I do not fucking say things like that.
I slide my palms up the inside of her thighs. She trembles beneath my hands.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
She swallows as I drag my fingertips higher, sensing the heat building beneath the thin lace. Her breath turns uneven and another small sound slips out of her when my thumbs press a little firmer.
I move slower.
My fingertips trace the edge of her panties before dragging over the damp spot. The second I brush the soaked through fabric, she hisses.
A slow, confident smirk forms on my lips.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” I say, voice low. “And I’ve barely touched you.”
My fingertips trace the delicate lace, dragging slowly over the pattern while I watch her reaction instead of the fabric.
Her breath stutters.
I hook my fingers into the waistband and slide them down her thighs, slow enough to make her curse under her breath.
I slide the panties free and slip them into my pocket.
Her gaze flicks to them, before moving back to my face. “You planning on giving those back?”
I grin. “Nope. These are mine now.”
“Pervert,” she says.
I smirk because she doesn’t try to impress me. She just says it, and I fucking love that about her.
A low, rough groan escapes my chest as she opens her legs for me. The sight of her pussy, slick with desire, hits me hard and fast. It’s utterly irresistible, daring me to touch and see how much more I can make her feel.
I let the pad of my finger slide slowly over her pussy, not taking, but tracing. The slick proof of what I’m doing to her.
She sucks in a breath. Her lip slips between her teeth as I trace my fingers over her again, slower this time, with enough purpose to make her hips twitch. A soft moan slips out before she can stop it, and that sound hits me.
Her pussy is warm and slick under my fingers.
My cock aches with need. With want. It’s not the sharp, physical throb I’m used to. The craving grows stronger with every shaky breath she takes. Every soft sound she makes. It consumes me in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I insert one finger inside her, and a groan falls out of me when I register how fucking tight she is.
Her mouth falls open and a moan spills out, soft at first, then stronger when I slowly fuck her with my finger, curling just right.
She grips the sheets, her body tensing and arching toward my hand instead of away. Every time I shift my fingers, she reacts. Every time my thumb brushes higher, catching her clit, her breath shatters.
“Fuck you feel amazing,” I whisper, my gaze locked on her, unable to look away for a moment.
“Jace,” she breathes.
It’s fucking killing me. Every second I’m not inside her, my cock aches so badly it almost hurts, straining for something it hasn’t experienced yet and already can’t live without.
