Her shoulders tense before her hand slips between her thighs.
“You heard me, fera. I want you to feel how badly you want this.”
I watch her face as she moves over herself.
“Fuck,” she breathes.
“Feel that?”
Her touch slides lower and dips inside, her hips shifting back instinctively.
“You feel how wet you are for me?”
She nods, breathing harder.
“Tell me.”
“Yes. I’m fucking wet for you.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Her lips part at that, and I squeeze her ass.
“Now move your hand.”
She does, and I catch her wrist before she can pull away, guiding her fingers toward her mouth.
“Go on. Taste it.”
Her eyes lift to mine.
“Tell me how fucking good we are together.”
She closes her lips around her fingers and slowly pulls them clean. “So good.”
My grip firms around her wrist. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
I lean over her until my chest presses against her back, my lips close to her ear.
“You know you never have to give me control just because you’re mine, right?”
Reaching back, she hooks an arm around my neck. “I know.”
“Then why do you?”
She turns her head toward me. “Because I choose to.” Her hold on me tightens against my neck. “I choose you.”
She chose me.
Knowing what I’m still hiding from her, I don’t deserve how fucking good those words feel.
Her hips press harder into me. “I can still be me and be yours, Thiago.”
“I know you can.”
“Good.” She smiles against my mouth. “Now eat your pussy already.”
I laugh and kiss the side of her neck.