I climbed onto the bed and settled between her thighs. Her hands came to my face, rougher than before, pulling me down. I kissed her until she stopped smiling and started moving under me.
Her pussy was hot and slick when I slid my fingers through her.
Daphne gasped into my mouth.
"Already?" I asked.
She dug her nails into my shoulder. "Don't sound smug."
"I'm very smug."
"I noticed."
I circled her clit with two fingers, slow and firm, and her hips lifted. The sound she made was soft and desperate enough to wipe the next joke out of me.
I watched her face while I touched her, the flush across her cheeks, the way her mouth opened, and the way she tried to keep her eyes on mine and couldn't when I slid one finger inside her.
"Zane."
"That's it." I kissed the corner of her mouth. "Let me feel you."
She rocked against my hand. "I want more."
"You'll get more."
"Now."
I added a second finger and pressed my thumb to her clit.
Her back bowed. "Oh, fuck."
"That's better."
She laughed, but it broke into a moan when I curled my fingers inside her.
I worked her slow at first, then harder when her hips found the rhythm. She held onto my shoulders and moved with me, taking what she wanted, giving me every sound.
"There," she said, nails biting into my back. "Like that. Don't stop."
I kissed her throat, her jaw, the damp place behind her ear. Her pussy tightened around my fingers, and her breath came fast.
"Come for me," I said.
Her eyes flew open.
I pressed my thumb harder against her clit. "I want to feel it."
Daphne's body went tight under mine, and then she came with my name in her mouth, hips jerking against my hand while her pussy clenched around my fingers.
I kept touching her until she grabbed my wrist.
"Zane," she said, breathless. "Please."
I kissed her palm. "You okay?"
"Yes." She pulled me down. "I want you inside me."
That took most of the patience out of me.
