“God, you’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I praised, my voice ragged and my breath unsteady.
Eva whimpered and reached between her legs. Her fingers moved in frantic circles. “I’m close,” she announced. “Fuck, Lex. Don’t stop.”
The way she moaned my name—needy and broken—almost made me come just from the noises alone.
My hips snapped forward, the harness grinding just right, friction building hot and sharp. Her body suddenly locked up under me, and she came with a gasp so loud it echoed off the bathroom tile. We stayed like that, panting, tangled, the strap still inside her, my hands trembling against her waist.
A knock rattled the bathroom door.
“Occupied!” I shouted.
Eva cursed like she suddenly remembered where we were and what we’d just done. “Shit.”
“You’re so much trouble,” I said, kissing the back of her neck.
She lifted her head just enough to meet my eyes in the mirror. “Wait until I get you home.”
The car rideback to the apartment was silent but electric. Eva’s hand stayed curled around mine, her thumb stroking across my knuckles. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d come apart in that bathroom. The heat still lingered in my bones.
Back at the apartment, she didn’t waste time.
Her mouth was on mine before the door even clicked shut. Her hands tugged my shirt over my head, fingers already unbuckling my belt again.
“Bed,” she ordered.
I sat at the bottom of the mattress, watching as she stripped with slow confidence. That clingy little dress must not have been designer or else she was too far gone to care. She unwrapped herself and practically flung the offending garment across the bedroom. Her flimsy underwear hit the floor, and then she was crawling over me and straddling my thighs.
I was still strapped.
“You’re insatiable tonight,” I murmured, eyes roaming her body like I hadn’t spent the evening worshiping it already.
“I didn’t get to ride you yet,” she said simply.
My brain short-circuited.
She leaned in, her full lips brushing mine. “I wanted to do that all night.”
Her hips started to move on my lap, trapping the erect toy between us. I couldn’t see it, but I imagined her grinding against the strap, rubbing her clit against the rigid but pliable material.
Her breath hitched as her lower body continued to undulate against me. “Let me ride you?”
I could only nod, rendered speechless by the erotic show. My hands lowered to steady her hips as she reached between us. She lined me up and sank down in one smooth, glorious slide. Her mouth fell open and the most delicious moan tumbled out.
Her hands braced on my shoulders as she moved, riding me slow, grinding in perfect rhythm. I couldn’t look away. The way her body moved over mine, the flex of her abdomen, the way her breasts bounced, her head thrown back in pleasure—it was unreal.
“You’re so deep,” she moaned. “Lex,yes. Right there.”
My palms skimmed up her torso and behind to her back. I dipped my head to suck her nipple into my mouth. I sealed my lips around the sensitive peak and worshipped her with my tongue and teeth.
She moved her hips in small circles, grinding more forcefully against the strap’s base. I thrust up to meet her—my breath stuttered from the sweet drag against my clit.
“You’re incredible,” I marveled. “Look at you.”
Eva rode me harder, chasing her next orgasm. “I want you to come,” she implored between low moans. “Want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
I gritted my teeth, pleasure curling low and tight in my stomach. “I’m close,” I told her. “Keep going.”
Her hand slid between us again. Fingers rubbed against me, rough and clumsy, but exactly where I needed them. My thighs tensed. I felt myself teetering, every nerve ending strung taut. My head fell back and my hips canted up. The friction, the sight of her, the desperate sounds she made.
