Shit.
This was pure torture.
I’d had her up against me all night long, practically naked, and I hadn’t taken advantage of that.
“Naughty,” I murmured against her hair, right under her ear.
She shivered. “I don’t like constricting clothes.”
I ran my lips along the shell of her ear and slipped my fingers between her thighs.
She widened them, throwing one of her legs over mine, giving me full access.
My fingers slid through the slippery mess between her thighs, teasing her clit and entrance with one lone finger.
She exhaled shakily. “Denver…”
I slipped a digit inside of her, filling her fully.
“You’re tight,” I said.
“That sounds like an accusation.” She laughed.
“An observation,” I admitted. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” She paused. “I stretch nicely.”
I hated thinking about how she knew that she stretched.
We were both full-grown adults.
It was fully understandable that she’d be experienced.
But just because it was logical for her to be experienced didn’t mean that I could form understanding thoughts.
I was a caveman at heart.
I had the “my woman” thing going on in my head right then, and I couldn’t seem to turn it off.
“I’m not a virgin, but I’m also not super experienced,” she admitted, making my breath come a little easier. “If your mind went there like I think it did.”
It was as if she knew me…
“Maybe,” I admitted reluctantly.
It wasn’t like I wanted her to know how caveman I actually was when it came to her.
She groaned when I curled my finger into her, using the palm of my hand to press into her needy clit.
My other hand went to her breast, teasing her nipple, while my mouth went to town on her neck, nibbling and sucking along the soft skin.
“Denver, please,” she begged. “I need more.”
I pressed my cock into her backside, looking for my own relief.
“Denver,” she growled when I continued to tease her.
It was so damn cute.
