“Tell me,” I said. “What do you need?”
“You,” she rasped. “I need you. Your hands. Your mouth. Your cock. I don’t fucking care, Ansel,just do something?—”
I kissed her neck.
Then her shoulder.
Then back to her mouth. But every touch was soft, tender,completely counterto the way I’d just ground against her like I meant to tear her apart.
“I will,” I murmured. “I promise. I’m going to fuck you so good you forget what it feels like to breathe.”
Her breath hitched.
“But not yet.”
“Ansel.”
“I told you,” I said, pulling her flush to my chest, lips brushing her temple. “First time’s going to be perfect. You’re not just going to come. You’re going tosob.I’m going to ruin you slow.And that?” I kissed her again. “That takes time. And a bed. And atleastsix hours.”
She groaned, sounding genuinely tortured, and collapsed against me.
And I held her. Stroking up and down her spine, petting her hair like she hadn’t just begged me to destroy her.
Because I could.
Iwanted to.
But I wanted her more than I wanted to fuck her.
And she was worth the wait.
Even if it killed me.
But she was still writhing beneath me, little pants escaping from her mouth, lips turned downwards as shecontinuedto search for the relief she needed.
“You want it that bad, pretty girl?”
Juniper nodded, nearly frantic, gasping as I rolled my hips just once, enough to make her cry out.
“Say it.”
“I want to come,” she panted, grinding up against my thigh. “Please, Ansel. Please.”
I slid my hand lower, fingers brushing between her thighs through the thin fabric. “God, you’re soaked,” I growled, pressing a slow, perfect circle just where she needed it. “You’ve been begging all morning. You earned it, haven’t you?”
She nodded again, but I stopped moving.
“Use your words.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please — don’t stop.”
In one fluid motion, I lifted her, settling her astride my lap, her legs straddling me. “Alright, kid.” My lips brushed against her pulse point. She rocked against my cock, straininghardagainst my sweats. “But you’re going to see fuckingstars.”
I rutted up into her, just once, just enough to make her whine when I pulled the pressure back. I tugged her shirt up, bearing herperfecttits to me. “Open your mouth,” and she did —godshe was obedient. “Hold this for me, will you?”
Her teeth closed around the fabric of her shirt. The sight of her, breasts heaving, pupils blown wide,achingfor me — it was almost too much to bear.
“Stay right there—” I fished around for my phone. “—gotta have this forever.” I leaned back, unlocking my camera. “Is that alright with you, baby? Can I take this picture and keep it for everynight I’m away from you? To remember howfucking goodyou are for me?”
