We go at it, practically fighting to get closer.
I grind the heel of my palm against her clit, while inside I hit her G-spot and rub in hard, rhythmic motions.
I let our fooling around go on longer than I should, considering there’s a car full of people waiting for me.
But it’s so hard to pull away with her rocking against my fingers.
I’m never going to be able to tear myself away unless I make her come.
I break the kiss to whisper against her lips. “I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman more.” I plunge my fingers inside her. “But I don’t want to get up and leave the second it’s over.”
She whimpers as she rides my hand. She’s so messy and desperate and needy. I fucking love it.
I pump harder. “I want what you denied me that first night.”
“What’s.” Pant. “That?”
“To wake up with you.”
“Oh god, yes!” she screams out, and her body quickens.
We’re gasping for breath, and it is utterly fucking filthy as we frantically roll around.
I work my way down her body, licking her clit, while my fingers ruthlessly plunge in and out of her body, pulsing against her G-spot. She lifts her hips into my face, moaning and arching as she chases her release.
She’s five seconds away from gushing into my hand and mouth.
I increase my pace, the curl of my tongue, the pressure.
All of a sudden, she shouts, “No!”
Confused, I slow my movements, lifting my head to look at her. “No?”
Her chest is heaving as she fights to get her breath. “No.”
I move, kneeling between her legs, trying to catch my own breath. “Okay.”
She pushes a lock of hair from her cheek. “If you don’t come, I don’t come. That’s what you said.”
I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I was wrong. “I said I didn’t want you to come without me, and I don’t, but I’m here.”
She hooks her fingers around the waistband of my jeans. “As talented as your tongue is, I want to come on your cock.”
“You sure?” I stroke her clit, and she jerks under me. “You’re right there.”
She gasps, bowing off the bed. “I know, but I want you more.”
“Jesus Christ, you are so fucking hot.” I kiss her, hard and brutal, before I tear myself away. “Tomorrow, my house. I’ll feed you and then fuck you.”
She gives me a flirty, sassy little smile. “You’re so bossy.”
“My whole week has been horrible because of you, and now, you owe me.” I run my hands over her legs, then lean down to kiss the inside of her knee. “I need to leave. I’ve already been in here too long.”
She puts her arms over her head, curling her fingers around the bars on her headboard as her shirt rides up, flashing her breasts. She stretches her body in the pale moonlight, looking like something created by the gods.
“You’re a witch,” I say on a groan.
“I am going to rock your world.” The words are a purr that vibrates through me.