Like Dragonflies

“You’re good for me too,” she whispers, her breath hot against my lips. “You make me feel…like me. The me they push behind the stone wall. I like that with you, there is no wall.”

I kiss her deeper and my hand slides between her thighs. She lets out a mewl when I tease my fingers over her silky panties along her slit. I groan when I feel wetness through the material. She’s turned on. Just like me. I’m about to nut in my pants, and I’ve barely touched her.

Slowly, almost in a lazy way, I rub a firm circle around her clit over panties. She makes the sexiest fucking sounds I’ve ever heard. Her body squirms and twitches, like she can’t get enough, yet it’s too much.

I slide my fingertip higher to the waistband of her panties, and then I inch it down underneath the material. Her hair is trimmed neat and short, so finding her clit again is an easy task. The bundle of nerves there is hot to the touch and seems to be alive with sensitivity because when I massage it, she cries out and claws my shoulder.

“Mars,” she whines.

“Too much?” My voice is gruff and desperate sounding.

“Not enough.”

I pick up my speed, loving the way she responds. Her body jolts each time she nears the edge of bliss. I can smell her arousal in the air and it makes me crazy for her. If I didn’t think it’d embarrass her all to hell, I’d bury my face between her thighs and inhale her.

“Oh God,” she chokes out. “Oh God.”

I keep the momentum going until she explodes with my name practically cursed from her lips. As she comes down from her high, I slide my finger through her wetness, seeking entrance into her body. As I push into her, she groans. Her body is tight and imagining my cock inside her is almost enough to have me blowing my load like a chump. I manage to harness some self-control and set to slowly fucking her with my finger. Her pussy makes juicy sounds that have her biting on her lip and groaning.

“You’re so wet,” I murmur. “Your panties are soaked. Maybe you should take them off.”

This sends her into a fit of giggles that makes her pussy clench around my finger. I end up chuckling too until she reaches for my belt.

“I want to get you off too.” Her green eyes meet mine and lust swims in them. The movie flickers on the screen, reflecting on her face, but neither of us are watching it.

We’re only watching each other.

“If you want…”

“I want.”

Fuck. Her husky, turned-on voice does me in. I keep fingering her pussy, loving the way she’ll jolt anytime my finger grazes along the nub within her. She fumbles around with my belt buckle and then my jeans. Then, her curious hand is diving past my boxers, seeking my aching length.

“Fuuuuck,” I hiss out.

“Does that hurt?”

So fucking cute and innocent.

“No, beautiful. It’s the best damn feeling I’ve ever had. Don’t stop. I’m going to make a big-ass mess and I don’t even care. I just want you to touch me.”

She bites on her bottom lip as she focuses on her stroking.

“Put your leg on my hip,” I instruct.

Her body shifts to obey my words. As soon as she opens up to me, I ease in another finger. She whimpers but doesn’t pull away.

“Too much?” I choke out.

“No,” she says. “It’s okay. I like it.”

“Me too,” I growl, thrusting my hips against her fist. “So much.”

Her hot gaze stays locked on mine until I can’t control it any longer. Cum shoots out of me as I groan out my release. She jerks me until I’m milked dry of pleasure. I’ve soaked us both but she doesn’t seem bothered. Pulling my fingers out of her, I slide both the wet ones on either side of her clit, loving how she shudders at my touch. It doesn’t take but a few rubs against her and she’s coming again.

I tug my hand from inside her panties and look down between us.

“You made a mess,” I tell her.

“Me?” She giggles at me. “That was all you.”

“You started it,” I tease as I kiss her plump lips.

Reluctantly, I pull away from her to hunt down a towel. I grab the one hanging off my closet door and clean myself up before laying it on the bed. I shed my jeans and grab a pair of shorts from a drawer.

“We missed the beginning of the movie,” she says, pointing at the screen.

“We put on a better show.”

She smiles at me—a smile that promises more shows later—until the front door slams, making her jump. Immediately, I’m on guard.

Dad.

I am not fucking dealing with him tonight.

Swallowing down the shame of how it must look to her, I walk over to my door and lock it. She doesn’t say anything, just waits for me to rejoin her. This time, she curls up against me and watches the movie.