I wanted to be so worked up that my cock was fucking throbbing for her pussy.
“I can’t,” she breathed. “I can’t wait.”
“But you’re going to have to because I’m not done.”
She cupped my face, keeping our mouths pressed closely. “I need you.” She sucked on my lip, releasing it to add, “I need you right now.”
Fuel.
That was what her reactions did to me.
But I also knew I couldn’t stay the night, waking her after a few hours to have her again. I couldn’t carry her into the shower in the morning, holding her against the cold wall while the hot water washed our bodies.
This was it.
So, I was going to savor every second.
I went in deeper, to the end of my finger, twisting my wrist, circling, arching to reach that spot.
The one that would make her fucking howl.
And she did.
She went wild.
“Ford! Oh God! Yes!”
When her head tilted back this time, I kissed up her throat, hissing, “I want you to come.”
That was my goal tonight.
To see how many times I could get her off.
To see how loud I could make her scream.
To see how hard I could make her body shudder.
When I left this apartment tonight, I wanted her to feel a sweet ache every time she squeezed her legs together, remembering what it felt like when I was inside her.
I added a second finger, overlapping the two. The deeper I got, the more she bucked.
She wasn’t just holding my face.
She was gripping it. Kissing me like I was her air, her nails now like claws.
“You like when I’m finger-fucking your pussy …”
Every time I pulled out, her walls clenched me; her sounds made me believe she was yearning for more.
But I wanted words.
Her words.
“More than anything,” she sighed, exposing her neck again. “You have no idea how good this feels.”
But I did.
Because watching her unravel made me feel even better.
“I need you.”
Hearing that simple statement made my goddamn dick pound.
“I fucking need you, Ford.”
Her arms dropped from around my neck, and she reached between us, fisting my cock.
Pumping me.
Leading me toward her.
“I want you to come the second I enter you.”
She was tightening around my fingers.
“I want to feel the orgasm pulse through you.”
She was getting even wetter, her moans becoming louder.
She was close.
I gave her several more thrusts, and the second I pulled out, replacing my fingers with my cock, she fucking screamed.
I swore I could feel the vibration of her throat across my shaft.
And how soaked she was.
And how fucking narrow.
“Sydney,” I growled into her neck, holding the couch to leverage my movements, giving her more power and speed as I drove into her. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Ford!”
She was on the verge.
I reared my hips back and glided into her, my thumb now on her clit to give her that added friction. But my thumb didn’t move; it stayed still until I knew she was seconds away. That was when I flicked it across her, circling, sending her over that edge.
“Oh fuck!”
She was clutching me—her hands, her pussy.
“Oh my God!”
I surrounded her nipple, sucking it into my mouth, grazing the end with my teeth. It was that moment that I felt the first wave of ripples move through her, pounding across her stomach.
Her heels pressed into me; her arms caged me in.
I didn’t let up.
I went harder.