“So, if I were to pry apart these thighs”—which I do while I speak—“and bury myself between them, you’d enjoy that?”
She gulps audibly. “I wouldn’t hate it.”
By the wanton look in her eyes, that’s a yes, in Lena-code.
But I want to hear it. She’s spread wide before me, the gown a wrinkled drape at her waist. My mouth waters, but I have ground rules. “Tell me what you want, Lena.”
Her cheeks go darker pink than the gown, and she glances away. “I want you.”
“Where was this shy girl the day we fucked? Or when we sexted?”
“It’s different now. You know it is.”
“Different in what way?”
“Because when I let you into my home, I didn’t know that was going to happen.”
Ah. “And now, you know exactly what’s going to happen?”
Her head bobs, but she still can’t bring herself to look at me.
I cup her chin and force her eyes on me, as I slide a hand up her inner thigh until my thumb rests at the crease of her pelvis and thigh. “I assure you, Lena, you have no idea what’s going to happen.”
Her pupils are blown before I ever touch her clit and find her slippery there. She’s wet and waiting for more, and I will give it to her. I’ll give her more than she can handle.
“Spread your legs wider, pet.”
When she does, her pussy is on display in the low light of the room. Glistening, delicious. Beckoning for more than just my hand. It’s not just her pussy that calls to me, though. It’s the sight of her body, partially covered, that tattoos my bones.
I want to wear her as my own personal mask.
Territorialism drives me to mark her somehow. A way to show anyone else who she belongs to. I settle between her thighs, and while my fingers work her clit, I bite her inner thigh, earning a squeal and a jump.
The jump thrusts her to me. Not yet.
I bite the other thigh and hear her curse under her breath. “Nowhere people can see?—”
I slip one finger into her, cutting off whatever she was about to say. Fuck, the way she takes me—that hot, silken flesh, opening up to me. Yearning for more.
My cock grates against the stitching in my lounge pants. Forgot I was still wearing them. I shuck them off with my free hand, then add a second finger and watch her pretty face as she hisses a breath. I curve them inside to hit the patch that makes her eyes roll back.
Her keening whine digs into me. “Please, I need more.”
“I’m sure you do.”
I get a kittenish growl out of her that sets something inside of me at ease. Torment has always been a favorite of mine, and tormenting Lena is particularly satisfying.
The unflappable woman is human after all.
I add a third finger, and her gasps echo on my walls as I spread her wide open for me. “Can barely get a third finger inside of you, pet. How’s a man supposed to think with this thing around?”
“You’re not,” she pants. “You’re supposed to fuck me.”
“Found your words, did you?”
“Please—”
I latch onto her clit with my lips and keep at her with my fingers. She’s so sweet, I might get a cavity. My fingers make splashing sounds as I nibble away on her, and she fights to hold still, pleading with my name in her teeth. Her muscles tense, and her legs shake against my ears.
