Something uniquely *her. *
I kiss down to her collarbone, then back up to her ear, my tongue tracing the shell of it before I bite down on her earlobe.
She shudders.
Her pussy floods around my fingers.
"Fuck," she breathes, her voice breaking.
I can feel it—she's right there.
Right on the edge.
Her thighs are trembling.
Her breathing is ragged.
Her nails dig into my shoulders.
I'm about to push her over when—
She grabs my wrist.
Hard.
"Wait," she gasps.
I freeze.
My fingers still buried inside her, her pussy still pulsing around them.
"Bec's?" I ask, confused, my voice rough with need.
She's panting, her eyes half-lidded, glazed with lust.
But there's something else there too.
Determination.
She slowly pulls my handaway, her grip firm.
My fingers slide out of her, slick and glistening.
"I don't want to cum on your fingers," she says, her voice low and breathless.
I stare at her.
My cock is throbbing.
Aching.
I want to take over.
Pin her down.
Make her scream my name until she can't remember anyone else's.
But she's still healing.
