“Don’t you dare stop,” she whispered, her voice shaky. Her hands fisted in my shirt, dragging me closer. “Please, Brooks, I need this. I’m on fire and I have been for weeks. Fucking make me come.Please.”
I searched her face, the flush in her cheeks, the intense determination burning in her eyes. She wasn’t kidding. This wasn’t just want—it wasneed, bone-deep and aching. My breath hitched, and for a heartbeat, I thought about telling her we couldn’t do this, at least not here.
But then her fingers curled tighter in the fabric at my chest, her forehead pressing to mine, and I knew I was already lost.
“You need me, kitten?”
“Yes.”
I flicked a finger through the tuft of dark curls at the top of her pussy, drawing a line down to her clit.
“You going to let me fuck this pussy with my fingers until you come?”
She groaned. “God, yes.”
With her legs still wrapped around my waist, I settled her upper body back until she was laid flat on the exam table. Her gown gaped open at the middle. I pushed the material up to her waist, baring her lower half to me.
“I’ve missed this gorgeous cunt.” I traced a finger along her outer lips, teasing, not quite dipping inside.
“Hurry, please.”
She arched her back, trying to push herself into my hand. Normally, I would’ve made her wait—beg—but desperate times called for a desperately fast finger fucking.
And I was all too happy to give it to her.
I pressed two thick fingers inside her, pressing them deep. “Goddamn,” I growled. I barely recognized my own voice. “You feel like hot fucking silk.”
Her head fell back against the table and a moan broke free.
“You gotta be quiet, kitten.” I flicked my thumb over her clit. “At least this first time.”
She nodded and reached above her head, bracing her palms against the wall to get the friction she needed.
There was no more talking after that.
The paper on the table crunched with every flick of my fingers. Our muffled moans and broken breaths filled the room. I curled my fingers inside her, stroking that swollen bundle of nerves, watching her eyes roll back and her jaw fall open.
Voices filtered in from the hallway, but I was well past caring.
“You’re close,” I said. It wasn’t a question.
She bit her lip and nodded. “Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I picked up the pace, adding a third finger to her channel and thrusting rhythmically. There was nothing practiced or measured about my technique. No, this was raw, primal.
And somehow, that made it hotter.
I pressed the heel of my palm against her clit and fucked her faster. Her pussy tightened around my fingers, and her entire body shook.
Almost there, kitten.
I watched the flush creep up her neck, her skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat, her lips red and plump.
Goddamn, I wanted to take her mouth. But not now. Not when her thighs were trembling around my waist. Not when she was too busy grinding against my hand, fucking my fingers like she had something to prove.
She was a fucking vision.
