“Mmm.” His breath goes rough against my shoulder. “You like that, huh.”
His finger swirls firmer around my clit, and sparks shoot everywhere when he taps it three times. I cry out loudly, and Evan groans behind me, hips jerking up to meet the next bounce.
“Just like that, Pen,” he whispers. “God, you sound incredible.”
I chase the rhythm and ride him harder, breasts bouncing, my hips grinding beneath his fingers.
“Evan—oh, god—I’m so fucking close.”
“Yeah? Look at you getting greedy.” His voice is sin, coaxing me. “But not yet.”
He lessens the pressure, giving one slow glide instead of two. My body shakes with the effort to stay perched on the brink.
“You’re doing so well.” He peppers kisses along the column of my neck.
Then his mouth grazes my shoulder, teeth sinking in lightly, while the hand on my breast pinches just enough to tip the balance.
“Fuuuck!”
“Jesus.” His eyes lock on mine in the glass. “You get sooo tight when I play with you, don't you?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he rasps, hand splaying over my stomach to steady the tremble. “Then watch me do it and don't come, Pretty Penny.”
“I can’t—I can’t—”
“You can, baby. Still green?”
“Yes, yes, all green.”
He brings two fingers to my mouth, and I suck them in deep, tasting salt and sweet.The sight of us in the mirror with his fingers between my lips makes the pressure crest again. His eyes fixed on the place his fingers disappear between my lips.
“Please,” I gasp around his fingers. “Let me—”
“Not yet.” He withdraws his hand, and trails the wet fingers down to circle my clit again in slow, torturous laps that keep me quivering. “Fuck. Look how pretty you are when beg.”
I’m panting, every muscle vibrating, and he presses a kiss to my shoulder which somehow makes it worse. My eyes lift again, and the sight nearly ruins me.
“Please,” I gasp.
“Please what?”
I shake my head, too far gone to form words.
“Nuh uh.” His fingers stall. “Tell me what you want, Pen.”
“I wanna come.”
His eyes flash in the mirror. “Tell me more.”
My breath catches, and his smile stretches slow against my skin because he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Tell me what you want while you’re watching yourself take my cock.”
A broken moan leaves me, and my fingers dig into his forearm.
“I wanna watch myself come on your cock.”
