I don’t need to look to know that I’m tenting my sweats.
“Please,” she whimpers before her hands go to the tie knotted around her middle.
“No,” I command, pressing one knee to the mattress.
“No?” she echoes with a deep frown forming between her brows.
Pulling her arms away, I throw them back on the bed.
“I undress you,” I state, letting my eyes track down her towel-covered body.
Fire burns through my veins just knowing what hides beneath it.
When I get back up to her face, she’s biting down on her bottom lip, her eyes almost black with desire.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You. Everything.”
I quirk a brow, needing more detail than that.
“Your mouth. I want it on mine, on my neck, on my tits, my pussy. I want to come all over your face, and then I want you to kiss me after.”
“Christ,” I grunt as precum soaks into my boxers.
“Then I want you to fuck me. I want you to stretch me open and remind me just how well we fit together.”
As she talks, I tug at the tie around her waist, finally freeing it.
Slowly, I peel the fabric back, revealing inches of her beautiful skin.
All the air in my lungs comes out in a rush as I stare down at her swollen breasts, her peaked nipples.
“Kodie,” she whimpers, her hips grinding in her need for friction.
Reaching for her ankles, I place her feet flat on the bed before spreading them so I can see all over her.
Her pussy glistens and my mouth waters to follow her orders.
Patience.
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re dripping.”
“I told you; I need you.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, scrubbing my rough jaw while my other hand squeezes my length. Her eyes drop, watching me. “The feeling is mutual.”
“So, what are you waiting for?”
“I have no fucking idea.”
Falling over her, I catch myself with a hand on either side of her head before ducking lower and claiming her lips.
She tastes like wine and my ultimate addiction.
Her hands burn as she runs them down my back, and I shudder when she drags her nails all the way back up.
“More,” she begs.
