"Rush," she murmurs, panting. "I…oh…oh god."
I bring my lips to her ear. "Let go for me, Beautiful. Show me what you've got."
She grinds on me desperately, clutching at my head. "I…I don't know if I can. Not like this."
"Sure you can, sweetheart."
"I…I need…" She trails off, whimpering.
"Need what? Tell me."
"More. I can't. Not like this."
"More what?" I nip at her earlobe, fit my hand against her belly; she sucks in, but there's no chance I'm getting my big hand into the narrow space between her belly and her fly.
"Rush," she breathes, rocking and grinding and rubbing, antsy and desperate. "Fuck."
"Not sure fucking is an option at the moment," I murmur. "Or I'd be buried inside you already."
She writhes harder, whimpering in frustration. With an almost feral growl, Bryn yanks her fly apart. "Please."
I wedge my hand under the elastic of her underwear, finding hot, wet, willing flesh. Her seam parts for my middle finger, and the hard little nub of her clit greets my touch; she gasps, jerks. Buries her face in the side of my neck, muffling a gasp, a whimper, a whine—each one more desperate than the last.
I explore her depths, slicking my finger into her channel. "Fuck, Bryn. You're so goddamned tight."
She writhes against my touch, mewling. God, she's desperate. Wild for a release. How long has it been for her? Way too long, I think. Time to rectify that.
I slip my finger, now drenched with her the essence of her need, against her clit. She muffles a cry against my neck, rocking against me. I circle her clit with the pad of my finger, barely touching the bundle of nerve-endings. Her gasps come short and quick, and shallow, as much moan as gasp. Her hips buck, writhe, twitch.
She's seconds from exploding.
I drive my finger inside her again, receiving a frustrated little snarl at the denial of her release. "Rush!"
God, the way she says my name is fucking intoxicating. Makes my cock harder than ever, which I recognize is ridiculous and possibly concerning.
"You want to come, do you?" I tease, curling my finger inside her sweet, hot, wet pussy.
"I have to," she whispers. "I fucking need it."
I slide my fingertip against her clit. "This?"
"Yes!"
I hold my finger still. "Take it, then, love. Fuck my finger the way you need it."
Arms tight around my neck, she growls against my throat as she grinds her clit against my finger, driving herself against my touch. "Fuck, fuck," she hisses. "So fucking close."
"I thought you needed to come," I tease. "Thought you were right there."
"I am," she snaps. "I need…oh—oh fuck. I need—"
"Tell me, Gorgeous. Tell me what you need to come for me."
She grabs my wrist and moves my hand in circles. "Faster. Make me come."
I bury my hand in her hair and yank her face away from my throat. "Eyes on mine, love."
Her limpid brown eyes are wide and deep and glistening and fraught. "Rush," she whines.
