I want it together.
Is that weird? Since we’re not a couple or a thing or even a one-night stand? We’re roommates and now: lovers?
“What are you doing?” he asks. “I’m not done with you.” His brows pull together, confusion clouding his gaze as I keep pushing at his shoulders, urging him to move.
“I want you inside me.” My words come out on a shaky breath. “I’m desperate.”
So desperate.
Something flashes in his eyes—something dark and needy and maybe even a little possessive.
He shifts, one hand reaching between us, the faint rip of foil sounding between our ragged breaths before he fists himself, sliding the thin barrier on with practiced ease.
Then he grabs his cock, lining it up, the fat, swollen head brushing against my entrance. My breath hitches, my nails digging into his shoulders as he notches himself at my entrance, holding himself there, eyes locked on mine.
So.
Perfect.
turner
. . .
Iseriously cannot fucking handle this.
The way she’s looking at me, eyes heavy and lidded, lips swollen and wet from my passion. The way she’s moving beneath me when my head was between her thighs… the way her hips rocked, the way her soaked pussy teases my cock now.
She’s desperate to feel every inch of me…
But her goddamn bra.
It has to go.
It’s still on, thin lace stretched tight over her tits, her nipples hard. The sight of it,barely hiding anythingor holding it in, has been driving me insane.
“Get this gone,” I say, reaching behind her, fingers finding the clasp, fumbling once before I grip it and snap it open. The straps go slack, the sheer fabric falls away, exposing her nipples.
They’re tight.
Pink.
Begging for my mouth.
My palm slides up her ribs to cup those beautiful tits, thumbs circling one tight little peak, brushing over it until she’swhimpering beneath me, back arching, nails digging into my shoulders…
“You like that?” I growl against her skin, teeth grazing the sensitive bud before I lick over it, soothing the sting, feeling it pebble even tighter beneath my tongue.
“Yes.”
I can’t fucking help myself.
The sight of her, flushed and panting, nipples wet from my mouth, chest heaving as she squirms beneath me—it’s too goddamn much. My cock throbs against her thigh, heavy and leaking, so hard it’s almost painful.
“You know what I want to do?” I growl, voice dark and low as I press my hips down, letting her feel every thick, aching inch of me. “I want to slide my cock between these tits. Fuck them. Watch you squeeze them around me while I come on your chest.”
Her mouth parts into a little O of surprise.
I get that it’s a lot.
