“Feel that?” He sucks my bottom lip, then bites down. “That’s what you do to me every single day.”
I roll my hips on instinct, watching his head snap back, jaw clenching. “Like that, do you?”
He doesn’t answer, claiming my mouth again, his hands pushing my t-shirt—hist-shirt—up, up, up, until it’s off. He tosses it over his shoulder, both hands landing on my breasts.
My whole body jerks at the contact.
“Perfect,” he grits out, dark eyes snapping to mine.
“Small,” I counter, latching onto the curve of his neck, desperate to mark him.
“No.” He pushes me away, kneading the soft flesh. “I saidperfect. Look how they fit in my hands.”
I glance down, a shudder running through me at the sight of his big, tattooed hands on my body. The picture is obscene but so fucking perfect.I grind into him harder, soaking my panties and his slacks as I chase the friction.
He pinches my nipples, then grips my neck, pulling me in for a kiss as his other hand slides between us, fingers finding the wet fabric between my thighs.
“Fuck, hellcat...” His thumb ghosts my clit, tearing a moan out of me. “You’re soaked.”
“I wonder why...”
He smirks, pressing the little button harder. “That mouth will get you in trouble.”
“That mouth will get you off,” I shoot back, dragging my nails down his toned chest.
Without warning, he pushes my panties aside and sinks two fingers inside me, curling them just right.
My eyes roll back into my head. “God, Koby...”
“I barely touched you.” He catches my jaw, forcing my eyes back to his. “And you’re almost coming.”
I squirm in his lap, chasing his fingers, and he watches every twitch like he’s starving for it.
“Touch me more.”
“Look at me,” he orders, curling his fingers deeper, his thumb finding my clit in the same motion.
He stares right into my eyes, his lips parted, hunger painting every line of his face. The intensity in his gaze drives me wild. He stares like his life depends on memorizing every gasp.
“That’s it, hellcat, let go. Let loose. Come for me.”
“Don’t stop,” I plead, chasing the high. “Oh, oh God... Koby—” The orgasm hits, consuming my senses and blanketing my vision with black spots.
My thighs shake, nails bite into his shoulders, and my pulse roars in my ears as I clench around his fingers. Still, he doesn’tlet go. His fingers keep moving, dragging the orgasm out of me. His thumb grinds my clit harder, drawing circles until I’m whimpering into his mouth.
“Shh, you’re okay. Give me one more.” His lips graze my shoulder, teeth scraping my skin as he kisses an upward line and nips my ear. “One more. You’ve got more in you. Give it to me.”
“I...Koby... I can’t—”
“You can. Eyes on me. I want you to watch what your orgasm does to me, hellcat.”
My eyelashes quiver, but I force my eyes open, my skin burning when I see his savage look.
“One more,” he demands, playing my clit like it’s an instrument he’s done his ten thousand hours mastering.
He thrusts his fingers faster and the wave that’s barely left comes crashing back with a new force. I cry out, my thighs not far from cramping, fingertips near tearing through his shoulders as my nerve endings sing. And Koby’s lips part, his eyes so dark they’re almost entirely black.
“I could watch you like this for hours,” he whispers, scrutinizing my face as he eases his wet fingers out of me. He strokes my cheek with his free hand and drags his thumb across my swollen lower lip. “I’m not done with you yet, but I need to know how experienced you are before we do anything else.”
