Groaning against me, he answers with his hands, one gripping my arse more firmly, while the other begins to roam.
And lord help me, I let him.
Calloused fingers drag up my thigh, sparks chasing beneath my skin as they gather up the thin fabric of my nightdress. Higher and higher, until he stops, hovering at that sweet, torturous precipice right between my legs, close enough to make my breath hitch.
“Tell me you want it,” he murmurs against my lips as he parts his fingers and drags them teasingly along the sensitive skin on either side of where I ache for him most. “Tell me you wantmeto touch you like she did.”
My hips shift before I can stop them, shameless and needy, chasing the touch he’s deliberately denying me.
“Fuck, god, yes.” Sucking his tongue into my mouth, I feel the hard length of him pulse against me, only making the wait that much more unbearable. “I want you. Just you. Always you.”
A rough, satisfied sound leaves him and I gasp, my whole body arching up to meet him as he sinks both fingers into me.
“Talen—” My voice is barely a whisper but it earns another deep groan from his chest, the vibrations rolling through me as he thrusts his fingers in again, deeper this time.
Instinctively, I clench around them, every muscle in my body pulling taut as the campsite around us fades until there’s only him.
Only the sweep of his tongue against mine, only the perfect, maddening rhythm of his fingers inside me, stealing every coherent thought and leaving me trembling because it's too much but not enough all at the same time.
“I can't wait for you to come around my cock.” He moans as he works me with devastating precision.
Hell, I’m not going to make it that long.
I’m already so pent up, the pulse between my legs no longer a dull throb but something fierce and demanding. And he knows it too, adjusting without a word and never breaking the kiss, he slips his fingers free, trailing them higher along me before finding that precise place that sends a sharp jolt straight through my spine.
“You feel so damn perfect.”
His voice has my toes curling inside my boots and my hands fall from his hair, finding the solid muscle of his chest. Heat bleeds through as I dig into the fabric of his uniform, holding on as his fingers start to move in those punishing relentless circles.
A small strangled cry escapes me.
“If you want me to stop?—”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I bite down on his lip and a smug sound leaves himas my hips start rolling faster, begging for more.
But he doesn't change the rhythm. Doesn’t change the pace.
That’s what ruins me.
Not harder. Not faster. Just exact.
The same exact tight circles, the same merciless pressure, coaxing me higher and higher, until my whole body goes rigid beneath him.
I clamp down on a scream that threatens to break free.
“Let go for me.” His lips fall from my mouth, tracing my jawline before moving down to my neck. “No one can hear you, my shields are up. Let me hear those sounds I dream about every night, the ones I wake up rock solid to. The ones I think about as I stroke myself.”
God, the thought of him touching himself sends my Threads surging through me, awakening all at once, a restless pullblooming under my skin as though every part of me is trying to draw him closer.
My head falls back, giving him better access to my throat, and he takes it, his mouth hot against my skin as his fingers keep moving.
Scraping my nails over his shoulders, I hold on because it's too much, too good. Every kiss, every shift, just makes the pleasure building inside me even harder to bear.
My eyes slam shut.
Every muscle draws in.
Tighter.
