“Touch me,” she pleads as she grips the collar of my flannel. “Please, Reed?—”
I kiss her neck gently before I push two fingers into her tight, wet cunt, feeling her walls tighten around me. I curl them just right, feeling the way her thighs tremble with every stroke.
She moans in response, and it’s a sound so sweet that it shoots straight to my throbbing cock.
I pump my fingers faster, in, out, in, out, her moans growing louder within the bar.
Quickly, I stop, but only briefly to glance up at her.
“Layla…” My voice cracks. “I don’t want to be a mistake you regret.”
Her hands cradle my face, keeping me steady. “You’re the first thing in a long time that feels like hope,” she says. “Don’t take that from me.”
Hope.
No one has ever used that word with me, not without flinching.
I slide my hand between us again, moving my finger in slow, gentle circles over her clit. She gasps, a desperate little sound that hits me hard, as she grips my shoulders.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “I’ll give you every damn bit of it.”
Her hips buck upward, telling me what she wants.
“You,” she whispers. “I just need you.”
Fuck consequences.
I press my forehead to hers as my hand slides beneath the lace, my fingers feeling the heat and slickness that make my knees weak.
Her eyes flutter shut, a sigh falling from her lips like she’s letting go of everything but us.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Let me take care of you.”
She arches her body with my touch, her moans tremble with each stroke as I fuck her cunt with my fingers.
Her breath stutters when I push three fingers deeper into her pussy, and Jesus Christ, she’s perfect.
The way she clenches around my fingers, like she was made for me.
Her forehead drops to mine, her swollen lips parted, catching her breath. “Reed…”
Fuck, my name sounds so good leaving her pretty lips.
I curl my fingers inside her, pleasuring her G-spot, and her whole body bucks into my palm. I anchor my other hand at the small of her back, holding her steady so she doesn’t slip.
So she knows I’ve got her. Always.
“There you go, baby,” I murmur, peppering kisses along her jaw. “Let me feel how much you want this, make a mess for me.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, a plea ripped straight from her chest. Every tiny sound she makes goes straight to my aching cock, what I’d do to feel her wrapped around me, but not yet.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I breathe, voice rough and low. “All for me, baby?”
She nods, eyes fluttering shut as her thighs tremble around my hips.
“Yes,” she gasps. “All for you.”
A rough, hungry sound escapes me as I kiss her forehead once, softly, before letting my lips slide down the curve of her throat.
