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A shuddering, “Yes,” sounds between us. It crackles like a firecracker, hot like lightning, violent as thunder.
“What do you want me to do about it, Princess?”
I catch my breath before it bursts between us, lifting my chin in challenge. “What do you want me to do about your arousal?” To push my point home, I lift my hips to feel his hard length against my core. Only the fabric of the shirt I wear, and his briefs separate us. It’s both too much and not enough. This is dangerous, and yet I’ve never felt safer.
“Are you offering?” he dares.
I wet my lips, watching as his eyes chase the action hungrily. “Yes.”
“Christ,” he curses.
Then, he kisses me.
Like all his other kisses, it’s fire. It burns through me, wild and unforgiving and claiming. His tongue slips inside, warring with my own. He feasts on my lips, nipping and sucking and licking until I’m a breathless, panting mess beneath him.
I’m not thinking as I grind my core into his, moaning into his mouth at the feel of his hard length pressing into my tender, aching core.
Tav tears his mouth from mine with another curse, before he’s kissing my throat. Something has snapped—his control—because he’s no longer stiff above me. He’s grinding into me, rocking his body into mine, stroking his length over my core even with the material between us.
I hate that it’s between us.
“Take them off,” I beg, wishing for my hands even as I fight the restraint of his.
Tav shakes his head, his forehead falling to my shoulder. “You’re not ready for me, Princess.”
“What?” Is he joking?
“Not tonight.”
“I want to feel you.”
“I want that, too.” He bites gently where my neck and shoulder meet, a shiver erupting violently within my body. “I want to feel you. I want you to feel me, baby, but we can’t go there tonight.”
“Where can we go, then?” I ask quietly, hesitantly.
Why is he holding back?
“I can make you come.”
“What about you?”
He shakes his head. “I’m good so long as I please you.”
“But I want—” I don’t get the chance to protest before his mouth is on mine again, and he’s kissing the defiance out of me.
When I’m a puddle of acceptance on his bed beneath him, he releases my hands. Bracing his weight with one, he moves his other between my legs. The instant his skin touches mine, I whimper, my body beginning to tremble with a violence that threatens to ruin me.
“Fuck, so wet.” He sounds pleased. “Pretty little clit is swollen for me.” He makes a low sound that is suspiciously like a growl as he moves his fingers to my opening. As he pushes two fingers slowly inside, he murmurs, “I want to be inside you more than I want my next breath.”
I have a sneaking suspicion he’s not talking about his fingers.
“I—want—” I moan. “That—t-too.”
God, I can’t think. Every part of my body, every thread of my being is tethered to the pump of his two fingers in and out of my body. He plays me like an instrument, my pleasure entirely, agonizingly at his mercy.
When he pumps deep, his fingertips stroking upward as he pulls out, my back arches and I squeeze my eyes closed as a noise I never could have imagined I would ever make sounds into the space between us. My pussy is sore as pleasure peaks, and I clamp tightly around his digits.
“That’s it, beautiful. Ride my fingers,” Tav encourages, and then his face is in the crook of my neck, and he murmurs darkly through kisses and nips as I ride the wave of my orgasm. “So beautiful when you come apart for me.”
