“What the lady wants…”
I don’t feel like a lady right now, I feel like a bitch in heat. It takes a behemoth effort not to dry hump his thigh while we strip off our clothes.
His hands on my bare skin fuel the fire raging inside me. I need him.
Clutching his shoulders, my nails sink into his skin, drawing a guttural moan from him as I drag them down the length of his back. His lips sear a trail down the column of my throat, his fingers slipping into my pussy.
He’s in no rush, lazily circling my clit as my hips bucktoward him, frenzied, needy, desperately aching for him to put me out of my misery and let me come.
“What’s the rush, Firecracker?”
Staring down at his fingers sliding through my folds, a flash of color catches my attention. Despite the scorching need to climax, I grab his arm, lifting it up to get a closer look.
“What the fuck? When did you get this?”
He looks down at his arm then back to me. “Best I can tell is I got it done the morning after we, you know.”
There’s a brightly colored firecracker on the inside of his arm. He got this for me? The date on it is the morning after we had our one-night stand. That’s so…permanent.
My heart soars, smacking against my ribcage as it tries to escape my body. “Why would you do this? It’s so extra.”
He brushes his nose against mine. “I’m guessing I got it for the same reason I pursued you the second time even though I couldn’t remember you.” His damp fingers trail over my hard nipple, sending a shiver through me and pulling a moan from somewhere deep inside.
“You’re special, Victoria. I knew it the first time.” He tips his head to his tattoo, and we both watch his hand trail over my belly rolls and disappear between my legs. “And I know it this time.”
When his fingers pick up speed in earnest, my head tips back against the soft pillow that smells like him. My back arches, my hips roll, and I’m not sure which of us is chasing my orgasm more, but he’s resolute. He’s not letting go. His tongue has somehow made his way to my nipple and is rolling it around like it’s his favorite pastime.
When he pinches my clit, he snaps his teeth on my nipple at the same time, making me shriek.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I scold him through his laughter. “They’ll hear me.”
“What makes you think I don’t want them to hear you, Victoria?” His fingers lazily flutter around my clit.
This is it, this is how I die.
Cause of death will read sexual frustration on my death certificate.
Unless I kill him for teasing me first. Thenhiscause of death willalsoread sexual frustration. I’d be pretty justified in his murder too. The judge would agree, no one should tease someone to this extent.
I’m so wet I’m probably soaking his bed, and my whispered pleas are now breathy gasps as my teeth sink into his shoulder to stop myself yelling at him. For all I know, his whole team is congregated at the bedroom door listening to everything we’re doing. And I’m not generally a quiet woman. Especially when he’s playing me like I’m an instrument created solely for him. No one else knows how to play me, no one else can figure out how to make music from my body, just Raffi.
“Raffi, please.” My voice is muffled by the mouthful of shoulder I’ve sunk my teeth into.
“Since you asked so nicely. Come for me, Firecracker. Let it all go, and come all over my hand like the dirty girl you are.”
I want to object, to protest, to fight his instruction. He’s not the fucking boss of me. But tell that to my insides. At his command, they’ve turned to molten lava. I’m shaking all over, sweat slicking my hair to my forehead, and my hips buck as I crest the wave.
Before my orgasm finishes, he’s attempting to tear open a condom with his teeth. I want to tell him I’m on birth control, but I was last time too, so he’s suiting up whether I like it or not.
If he so much as moves his fingers, I’ll rip his face off, so with trembling hands, I help him take the wrapper off and glove his soldier. Hooking his fingers behind my knees, he flipsme onto my stomach, gripping my hips and pulling me back to him as he slams his cock inside me.
“Wh-what made you flip me over?” I crane my neck back to look at him. His head’s tipped back, eyes closed like he’s having a spiritual moment.
When he opens his eyes and meets mine, the desire staring back at me is intense as fuck. “Dunno. Felt right in the moment. Why?” His eyes flash wide. “Do you not like it from behind?” He stops dead, making me whine and wiggle my ass at him.
“Don’t stop. It’s my favorite.” My head drops to the pillow, face down, ass up.
He pulls back, and I can almost feel the warmth of his grin before I can hear it in his voice. “Whatever you need, Firecracker.”
