Page 69 of On the Breakaway

My cock strains harder against my zipper, knowing that she wore those panties for me. I’m impatient and desperate to feel her skin everywhere, so I shove her shirt and bra down until her breasts spill out over the top, inches away from my face.

I lean down and drag my tongue around one nipple while my hand closes over the other, teasing until it tightens into a hard peak beneath my palm.

“Shit, that feels so good.” She braces herself on her arms.

“Is that what you needed all along?” My hands drift down to her thighs. “My mouth on your tits to make you want to shower me with compliments.”

Her head jolts up, eyes darkening. “I thought you said you were going to make me come?”

She takes a handful of my hair and tugs my head back, leaning in to place wet, open-mouthed kisses along the column of my neck. Our mouths crash together again, messy and hungry, neither of us giving the other an inch.

I glide my hands up the sides of her thighs, under her skirt, until my fingers connect with lace. She lifts her hips while I wrap the waistband around my hands. I tug, sliding them down her legs and shoving them in my pocket. Her eyes track the movement the entire time, a silent question in her eyes.

“Just taking what I was promised.” My hands close around her knees, sliding them further apart. “A matching set,” I add.

My eyes dart down, focusing on the folds of her pussy already soaked for me. She spreads her legs wider, until her skirt has ridden up so high it’s nonexistent.

Holy fuck.

The way she bares herself to me without a second of hesitation is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

I slide my hands inside her thighs, closing the distance to her pussy, but pull back at the last second. She sighs in frustration when I do it again.

“Tell me what you want,” I murmur against her ear.

“I want to come.” She pleads, her voice breathy.

I click my lips together. “Not good enough.”

My fingers drift up and across her clit with the faintest amount of contact. She jerks toward me.

My other hand wraps around her chin, drawing her face to mine, until we’re staring into each other’s eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Chaos.”

Her eyes heat when she realizes what I want.

I want to hear her say it. Out loud. That she asked for this. That she needs my touch. That it’s me she wants inside her right now.

She bites her lip, hesitating slightly before giving in.

“Just fucking touch me.” She wraps her hand around mine, dragging it from her chin down to the slickness between her legs. “I need you inside me.”

My hand cups her, fingers sliding along her slit toward her opening. I can’t decide where to look, my eyes flicking between her perfect pussy and her eyes, hooded with desire.

When I finally push one finger into her, she throws her head back, her hips moving with me. My thumb traces soft circles against her clit while my mouth closes back around her nipple.

I lose myself in the rhythm of it, in the breathy little sounds she makes and the way she presses against me as if even inside her isn’t close enough.

Her eyes are closed as she braces her head against the wall behind her, and heat streaks through me. My hand continues working her clit, but I step from between her legs, to the side, and grip the hair by her neck, pulling her head back up. Still, she doesn’t open her eyes.

Leaning in, I breathe low into her ear. “Open those pretty eyes. I want you to watch, knowing exactly who’s making you feel this way.”

Her eyes open, pupils blown wide as she looks into the mirror on the opposite wall, meeting my eyes through it. Her gaze is molten, taking in the sight of her legs spread wide. She can see every single inch of her body as she sits exposed for me.

And God, her body is fucking perfection.

“Do you want another one of my fingers?” I ask, teasing her opening.

She nods, her eyes focused on my hand through the mirror as I slide two fingers deep into her.