“Try—‘I want it, Bax.’ Four little words.” She shook her head, and I withdrew my touch.
She whimpered in desperation. “No! Wait.” She cradled my cheek in her hand, pushed my face away so she could look me in the eyes. “Why? Why do I have to say it? You know that’s what I want, so why do I have to say it?”
“Because I want to hear it,” I admitted. “I want to watch that hot mouth of yours saying you want me to touch your pussy and make you come.”
She actually laughed. “Good lord, Bax. I’m certainly not sayingthat.”
“I think that’s the closest to swearing you’ve come since we met,” I remarked.
I gave her a light, teasing touch. Watched her eyelids go heavy and her mouth go slack as I delved my finger lower and deeper, and then her breathing stopped entirely as I slid my touch inside her and gathered her wetness—and holyfuckwas she wet—and smeared it around her clit and she squirmed and ground against me.
“At least tell me you like that.” I couldn’t help bending to lap at her breast, suck her nipple into my mouth. “Tell me it feels good.”
She moaned. “I like that, Baxter. What you’re doing, it feels…ohhhh…it feels so good.” Another moan. “Too good.”
“Toogood?” I pretended to sound alarmed, and moved my touch away. “Wouldn’t want that. Better stop.”
“NO!” she squealed. “No. Don’t…please don’t stop.”
I laughed, and resumed touching her. Circling. Delving in, gathering, smearing. Bringing her to the edge in seconds. “Teasing, Eva. Just teasing.”
“Jerk.” She tried to glare at me, but her eyes fluttered closed and then were back open, ruining the glare. She gave up trying to glare, and just gave me a look of desperation and intense delight. Raw bliss. Unfiltered ecstasy—and all I was doing was fingering; holyshitwould she be surprised when she discovered what I could do with my mouth…and other parts.
“Ask me nicely.” I slowed my touch, right as she was nearing the cusp of climax.
“For what?”
“If I’ll let you come.”
“Really, Baxter?” She managed to scold me even as she was writhing and gasping. “You expect me toaskyou to do something you enjoy doing?”
I laughed. “It’s the principle of the thing, babe. I like the sound of your voice. I like the reassurance that you’re enjoying what I’m doing. I want to hear you say it because it turns me on to hear you beg.”
“Beg?” She sounded dangerously close to angry at the sound of that word.
“Just a little bit.” I kept her hovering on the edge, slowing when she got too close, and bringing her back again. “‘Let me come, Bax.’ That’s all.”
She was so close.Soclose. Her fingers were clawed into my back, and her hips were flexing. She was moaning, whimpering. A touch, one direct brush against her clit, my lips around her nipple, she would explode.
I kept her from it, though. Trying to coax a little verbal enjoyment from her.
“I’m not begging, Baxter.” She had iron in her voice.
“No?”
She shook her head, trying to shut down on me even as I kept her riding the edge. “No. I’ll never beg. There’s not much I can claim as all my own, only for me,” her glare was fiery and firm, “but this…my body, what feels good, what I want, what I do…Iwon’tbeg. So…so then you should just stop, if that’s what you’re expecting of me.”
I grinned fiercely, my heart swelling. “Goddamn, Eva. Nowthatwas the right fuckin’ answer, sweetheart.”
I buried my face against her breast and sawed my teeth around her nipple and flicked the tip of it with my tongue and gave her the quick light rhythmic touch against her clit she needed to fall over the edge. She bit down on a scream, and I moved my mouth to hers, covering and devouring her scream, milking her through the orgasm until she was bridged upward, heels and shoulder blades digging into the mattress, core shoved into my touch.
When the climax faded, she collapsed onto the bed, sweat dotting her forehead and upper lip and the slopes of her breasts. She was gasping in a series of relieved, disbelieving, euphoric moans. “Wow. I mean—wow. Just…wow.”
I felt pride ripple through me. I found her bra, took one of her hands and threaded it through the appropriate loop, then the other, and then lifted her to a sitting position. Hooked it behind her back on the loosest setting.
Leaning against my neck, she murmured, “One tighter.”
So I tightened it, and she pushed away enough to stuff herself into place. And then I tugged her pants up and found her shirt, slid it over her head, and helped her fit her arms through.
