And me, I’m always starving for it.
For her attitude. The glint in her eyes when she sasses.
If only I could skip food and survive on her.
“Lilith.” I turn her around and push her up against a brick wall, closing my hand around her throat. My hips pin her there, and the feel of her, even through our clothes—fuck. “Does it look like I’m asking?”
Her raised eyebrow tells me she sees it’s an act. That I do, in fact, need her to sayyes.
Ten seconds pass as I wait. Twenty. Thirty.
Thestoporleave me aloneshe could’ve said never come.
Something else is about to slip past those luscious lips, though.
The hint of her dirty smirk gives her away before she says, “It looks, well, feels, like you’re hard.”
Not alike you’re sorry, orlike you’ve been an asshole.
There’s no reproach in her tone or words.
She’s truly forgiven me, then.
Good.
It means we can play. Means I get to keep apologizing to her. With pleasure this time.
I’m about to say something to rile her up, when?—
Motherfucker,her hand reaches between us, cupping my cock over my jeans. I curse, my length throbbing, demanding to get to her.
She darts her tongue out to lick her bottom lip. “Looks like you missed me.”
Clever little thing. She’s learned exactly how to press my buttons. How the sweep of her tongue over her lips gets under my skin in the most depraved ways.
“I did.” Unable to hold back, I rock my hips into her palm.
She gasps, and the sound knocks the breath out of my lungs. The tentative squeeze she gives me has me grinding into her faster, rougher.
“Let’s see…” I tilt my hips back. The button of her jeans pops without a fight. Her zipper yields beneath my harsh tug. “If you missed me too.”
When I press my finger against the crotch of her panties, both of us let out a groan.
“Look at you. That pussy,fuck.” I bend over, tracing my lips over her jawline as I rub her over her panties. “So wet for me. I see you missed me too.”
“Yes, I…” Lilith wriggles to get more of my finger. If that’s not hot enough, she mewls and pants. “I did.”
“Hmm.” I seal my lips over a spot beneath her ear.
Sucking on that sensitive spot earns me a tighter grip on my dick. But when I lick the tender skin, trying to go easy on her, her hand starts working me with tentative strokes.
The last trace of softness in me disappears as something feral takes over, my mouth moving lower until I’m there, biting down on her shoulder.
She lets out a pained cry, but she doesn’t stop. Lilith squeezes me just beneath the head, then drags her hand back down over my jeans, tracing the outline of my length.
My blood runs hot. My needs grow darker as I imagine taking her over and over.
For weeks. Months.