Fuck. Another thick wave of desire rolls through me. I need her. She doesn’t object as I place a hand at the small of her back and pull her closer, butting my cock against her. My clothes are the only layer of protection she has from me, and she knows how flimsy that is.
Now that I’ve given her an inch, I expect for her to push for more. She asked me to stop and I did—now she may try for more control I won’t give her. That’s my thought, at least. I’m pleased when I use her hair to tug her head back and bury my face in her neck—she does not object.
“Touch yourself,” I command.
A little breathless and a lot reluctant, she murmurs, “What?”
“One of us is going to get you off. If you don’t want it to be me, I suggest you do it yourself.”
Now she tries to pull away from me. “I don’t want to do that.”
I yank her right back, kissing her hard before murmuring against her mouth, “I don’t care.”
“Please,” she says, since it worked so well last time.
There it is.
Smiling faintly at her attempt, I let her know that’s not an all-access pass. “I do like you begging, Mia, but I rarely grant requests. You’ve already hit your quota today. Argue with me and I’ll hold you down and finger fuck you myself.”
“Jesus,” she mutters. She doesn’t test my threat though. Her hand drops between her legs, her whole body flushed and I watch her fingers go where I so desperately want to go myself. I can’t believe I have her naked in my lap, on my bed, and I can’t fuck her.
“Don’t be shy.” She’s trying to hide from me, even sitting right here in my lap. She keeps her eyes closed and her head down like this is a punishment instead of a reward. I don’t like that at all. I’m quickly becoming president of the Mia’s Body Fan Club, and even the notion of her feeling an ounce of shame because of it makes me want to shoot someone in the face. It wouldn’t do any good, I just have anger and I have to do something with it.
“What do you think about when you touch yourself?” I ask her.
Somehow her blush deepens. “I’m not going to tell you that.”
“I want to know,” I tell her, catching her breasts in my hands and squeezing.
“Then learn mind-reading,” she tosses back.
Since her eyes are still closed, I don’t hide my smile. Since I can’t let her get away with that, I give her nipples a hard, punishing pinch. She gasps at the jolt of pain, her eyes opening and locking with mine.
“Mouthy girls get punished,” I inform her.
“That’s not fair. I don’t even want to be here. I shouldn’t have to obey your every command.”
My sympathetic nod drips with irony. “Life’s not very fair, is it? Would you like a reminder of the alternative?”
“No, I remember.” Now she pouts at me while she fingers herself in my lap. This girl is going to drive me out of my fucking mind.
I release one of her breasts to reach for her neck, tugging her close so I can kiss that pretty pout right off her lips. Her spirited moment must have passed because her mouth opens for me without hesitation. The rapid movement of her hand between our bodies as she pleasures herself pushes me far enough, but she tempts me further when she moans into my mouth.
She breaks the kiss, recoiling in response to her own slip-up. I can tell she doesn’t want any pleasure out of any of this, but that’s stupid. There’s no reason for her to deny herself a moment of pleasure—plus I really want to watch her come. We both lose if she’s ashamed of her sexuality.
Tenderly petting her hair, I guide her face to my chest protectively, tucking her under my chin. It’s the most privacy I can give her right now—the most privacy I’m willing to give her—but she goes right into my embrace.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You never have to feel ashamed of your pleasure, not with me. I want to watch you come, Mia. I want it so damn much. I want every moan, every movement, every shudder. I want to watch all of it.”
She sighs against me, then shocks the hell out of me by dipping close and initiating a kiss herself. That’s the first time she’s ever done that, but I’m damn sure not complaining. I lean back slightly, bracing my hands behind me on the bed, and Mia obeys me—boy, does she obey me. She closes her eyes like she can’t bear to witness it herself, but she lets herself get into it, rubbing herself against me while she plays with herself. My own fingers dig into the sheets as she grinds her pussy against me, breathing hard, her face taut with frustration as she thrusts her fingers inside herself.