Shay’s eyes popped and she lifted on her forearms, looking at me with wide eyes.
Fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing. Hair wild and tangled, lips red and plump from kissing.
She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth. “What are you doing?”
I slid my thumb into her pussy again, and she lifted off the bed, still on her forearms.Fuck.Her lower back arched, tits up. I dipped down, taking one into my mouth. She gasped, her hand finding my neck, holding me there.
I swirled her nipple with my tongue. “Do you remember what you told me on our first date?”
Her eyes glittered. “As Void or Calder?”
“Brat.” I moved my thumb inside her, against the spot that made her go cross-eyed—a little shelf inside her that gave me a perfect grip of her cunt and ass.
The bratty look fell from her face.
“Be…more…” She gasped through her words. “Specific.”
With my thumb still inside her, I probed her ass again with my pointer.
“Your ass, little Maniac.”
Her brows caved. “I mean, I guess, if you?—”
I took her nipple between my teeth, cutting her off. I wanted her submissive because it meant she trusted me, not because she was fuckingafraidof me.
When the wrinkle in her brow ironed out, I released her nipple.
For not the first time, my thoughts drifted to her ex. That guy was fucking lucky I couldn’t find him.
“Shay,” I said. “You can say no. We can stop now, and I’m good.”
She arched a distrustful brow. “Really?”
“Kick me out of the fucking bedroom and I’ll still be happy because you’re in my bed.”
She chewed her lip, biting back a smile. “It’s your bed.”
“I’m not sure.” I moved in her cunt, testing my grip. “With your come all over it? Feels more like it belongs to you.” I thrustmy thumb against the shelf, and she arched, a low, intoxicating moan sliding from her parted lips.
“I’m being greedy,” I continued. “I—”I only have one night, and I’m doing my fucking best to absorb all of you. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She worked her mouth to the side. “Okay, we can try.” She quickly added, “But, like I said, I’ve never enjoyed it.”
A smile tugged my lips. Before Shay, I could count the number of times I’d smiled on one hand. With her? They came all the time. Involuntary.
I moved my thumb inside her, curling it at an angle that sent her eyes rolling back.
Goddamn.
I loved the view from between her thighs, but this—watching her lips part, her eyes pop with each thrust—was addictive.
I could finger her all goddamn night, but when her gut tightened, and her breathing came short and staccato, I probed her ass again with my pointer.
She tensed.
“Is this okay?” I asked, pausing.
“I…I don’t know.”
