"I decide when more," he says. "Say green."
"Green."
"Good girl."
He doesn't speed up.
He keeps the circle exactly the same. Steady. Relentless. My thighs start to shake. My hips push forward into his hand without permission and he laughs quiet behind me and his teeth find the curve of my throat.
"Keep still."
"I can't."
"Keep. Still."
I force my hips down. Muscles quivering. The circle keeps going. His fingers are soaked. I can hear them. My clit is swollen against his fingertips.
"Please."
"Please what."
"Please let me come."
"Not yet."
I whine. Out loud. Actually whine. The sound of my own voice shocks me.
He hushes me.
His hand leaves my clit. My whole body shakes at the loss. His fingers push inside me instead. Two of them. Deep. Curling forward.
I arch.
He holds me against his chest with the other arm, crossed over my breasts, hand on the side of my throat. Thumb resting on my pulse.
"Look at you."
"Gray."
"Shh."
His fingers move inside me. Slow. Curl. Drag. Find the spot. Stay there.
I come anyway.
I didn't mean to.
He didn't give permission and my body doesn't care. It crashes through me and my whole center clenches around his fingers and I cry out and my face goes hot and he feels it rip through me and his arm tightens across my chest.
When it's done my body goes slack against him.
His mouth is at my ear.
"That one was a freebie. The next one you ask for."
"Okay."
He lays me down on my front then. Presses me flat. Wrists above my head. One of his hands pins them both. The other runs down the length of my spine. Pauses at the small of my back. Continues to the curve of my ass.
