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“What?” I say quietly, unable to stop the stab of hurt in my belly.
The weight from my neck disappears, then his hands circle my waist and he stands.
Turning, he drops me onto the bed, and before I can push myself back up, he’s crawling to hover over me.
“This stops any time. You don’t do anything you don’t want to.”
I’m nodding so rapidly I’m surprised I don’t give myself whiplash.
He growls, leaning closer until his nose brushes against mine. “I mean it, little tease.”
“Yes. Yes, okay. We stop any time,” I agree, my hands already sliding up his solid chest.
My chin tips to bare my neck to him, and with a knowing smirk, he places his hand back on it before he takes my mouth possessively. His other hand presses between us and cups between my thighs. I gasp into his mouth, and he swallows them down. In just my underwear, it’s so easy to fall into his heat, and my hands scramble to remove his T-shirt. I need his skin pressed against mine.
Nate sits back on his haunches, tugs at the material, shucks it straight off, then drops it to the floor. He hooks his fingers beneath my underwear and slides them down my legs, letting them fall to the floor with his top. Then he places his hand on my stomach and slowly slides it up my skin. The size of him spans wide enough that his thumb and pinkie fingers graze each nipple as they pass, then he encircles my throat.
The other hand grazes my thigh, then palms my bare sex.
I nod, and he slowly presses a thick finger inside. Whether testing, or teasing, I’ve no clue, but I want more. My hips tilt to urge more of him inside me, and his eyes glint, then he quickly pushes the rest of the way in. I gasp breathlessly at the delicious glide. Nate starts moving his finger, pumping it in and out. The heat of it licks and warms my insides.
“Please?” I mewl as I swallow beneath his palm.
“Still needy for me, little tease?”
“Yes, yes. I am, I really am,” I pant, fighting the urge to writhe against him.
He’s not even watching as his next finger disappears inside me. Nope, he’s watching my face. I really hope I’m not making some weird sort of sex face. Nothing about me is sexy, but I want to be for him.
Whatever he sees has him slowing. “Want me to stop?”
“No, please, don’t.”
He thrusts his fingers back in, and his knuckles knock against my opening. “Then relax.”
“How about you give me more, then I’ll relax?” I offer sweetly.
He’s being too slow and controlled. Where’s the feral man who steals and keeps my dirty underwear?
His eyes heat, and a second later, there’s a slight pinch, then another digit pushes in. All three fingers bottom out inside me. My toes curl, and I clench around him.
“Such a good tease, taking me. Can feel you holding me tightly,” he growls, and I almost preen under it.
Cheeks heating, I blurt, “I…I want all of them.”
“Fingers?” he asks, still pumping with slow, deep thrusts.
The resistance weakens, and wetness pools, allowing him to glide in easily each time. Heat races down my neck as my mind quivers over voicing my request. It’s…not something I’ve ever asked or had anyone do before. But I can’t stop thinking about it, how I want to be so full. He had all his fingers inside me before, and it was impossibly too much, and not enough. Now I want to take more.
“Y-your hand,” I pant, flicking my gaze to the side rather than letting my eyes slip closed like I want them to.
I know if I flash back again, he’ll definitely stop, and that’s the last thing I want right now. I think I’ll combust and die if he stops.
Each pump inside me, each torturous glide and nudge of his fingers against my g-spot, has pleasure sparking and building. Another finger nudges at my entrance, and I spread my legs wider in invitation.
Nate slips his fourth finger in and groans, then starts to ease his thumb in. My walls flutter and tighten around him. “Such a greedy tease, trying to suck all my fingers in.”
I scramble to breathe around the fullness of it, it’s so exquisitely perfect and tight, the pinch with each thrust makes my toes curl.
