Reaching down, I tug her thigh over mine, tracing my fingers over the cotton of her panties. It stalls her questions for now. She rests her head back against my shoulder.
‘Tell me what you need,’ I say.
‘Show me what you want,’ she counters.
What I want is for her to whimper. I pull her t-shirt up high, exposing her tits to my wandering hands. She arches her back when I graze over a nipple, and it makes her ass press into my cock. So I do it again. And again.
When I move my hand lower, I tug off her panties, pocketing them while she’s distracted. Her skin against my fingertips is dizzying, and when I trace them over her cunt, I nearly pass out. She’s soaked.For me.
I marvel at the way she feels, so soft and wet, and so fucking hot. I know enough of the mechanics to circle where I believe her clit to be, and with the way she wriggles so prettily against me, I’m fairly certain that I’m in the right zone.
‘Kat,’ I whisper against her hair. ‘I’ve dreamt ofhaving you right here the past few weeks. It’s more than I could ever have hoped for.’
‘Then put your fingers in me, Heart Eyes.’
I nearly whisper my name in her ear, desperate to hear her moan it, but not yet. It might link back to conversations with Ellie.
‘Dirty girl.’ I smirk under my mask, spreading her out beneath my hand. ‘You want me inside you?’
‘God, yes.’
I slide two fingers into her wet heat, moaning along with her as she shudders. Unfortunately, no ones really explained what you do once you’ve breached a woman’s pussy.
Piston? Curl? More fingers?
Fuck.
‘Don’t overthink it,’ she says, turning slightly to kiss my mask-covered lips.
So I don’t. Kat keeps her face pressed against mine. Her breath hot through my mask as I fuck her slowly with my fingers, delighting in every moan I wrangle from her. She writhes against my palm, seeking friction while I curl my fingers inside.
‘Look at you,’ I whisper against her lips. She’s all half-lidded eyes and open-mouthed, her hips jerking against me. ‘I love seeing you like this. So needy.’
‘I’m so close.’ Her voice is laced with pleasure, and I want more.
When I withdraw my hand, she lets out a low cry.
I flip her onto her back and press myself between her thighs, her wetness against the crotch of my trousers, my hard dick beneath.
‘Look at me,’ I demand, gripping her jaw and directing her focus to my heart-ringed eyes. The expression she makes when I circle my hips nearly has me coming on the spot. ‘Mmm, you like that, don’t you?’
‘Yes.Fuck.’
‘Not today, darling. I want you desperate before I fuck you.’
‘I am desperate.’ The way she pouts has me grinding her harder, devouring each delicious little moan she gives.
‘Not yet.’ It’s not that I don’t want to, but I’m too wound up, and I absolutely don’t want to be a two-pump chump. I’m already dangerously close to coming in my trousers.
I spot a scarf draped over her bedpost and grab it, wrapping it around her flushed face to obscure her eyes.
‘I need to taste you,’ I tell her as I knot it tightly before dragging my mask off and taking her mouth with a fierceness I can barely contain.
I want to taste those moans. To feel them vibrate against my tongue.
Using my hips, I taunt her with friction, my hard dick nudging against her swollen flesh, my tongue seeking againsthers.
‘Please make me come,’ she whimpers, and before I can think better of it, I’m sliding down the bed, lifting her hips with my arms and covering her hot little cunt with my mouth.
