Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

She rubs her ass against my crotch as she does it.

I slide one arm around her waist and hold her body against mine. With my free hand, I push her wet hair to one shoulder.

I release her to pick up the blindfold. My fingers skim her temples as I pull it onto her face. I take my time running my fingertips down her neck, over her shoulders, along her chest.

She lets out a soft sigh, grinding her ass against my crotch. She's soft and eager and even with these jeans in the way, her flesh feels like heaven.

My cock begs me to bend her over the dresser and take her right here.

Fuck. It's tempting. I lean down to brush my lips against her neck.

A soft moan rolls off her lips. She arches her back to press her ass against me. When her flesh brushes my hard-on, her moan gets louder.

She wants me inside her.

More than I want it, even.

Fuck, the low, heavy sound of her groan is making a compelling argument. Blood is fleeing my brain at an alarming rate. But this is what I want—neither of us thinking.

Both of us in our bodies.

I take my time working my hands down her chest. Her groans run together as my fingertips gets closer to her nipples. She needs me working her, but she needs the anticipation more.

She arches her back as I draw a circle around her nipple, close to touching it but not giving in.

She lets out a heavy sigh as I do the same to her other breast.

As I cup her, brushing my thumbs a quarter inch from where she needs them.

"Mal," she whines. "Please."

"Please?"

"Touch me." She rubs her ass against my crotch. "Please…" Her voice is soft, eager.

I tease her until her inhales are hitching in the back of her throat and her exhales are sharp.

When I finally bring my thumbs to her nipples, she lets out a heavy sigh of pleasure. Her knees press together. Her back arches as she presses her neck against my lips.

Her tits are the perfect size for my hands and they respond to my fingers like they were built for them.

I toy with her every way I can. I brush her nipple with my thumb. I rub her, hard. I draw circles on her nipple. I test out every finger, every speed, every pressure.

I pinch her softly.

Then harder.

Then hard enough to hurt. That gets me the loudest groan. I try again, to be sure.

I pinch her, hard.

"Mal…" Her groan is equal parts pleasure and pain. "Fuck."

I do it again.

Again.

I do it until she's rocking against me so hard I can't take it. I'm not about to come in my fucking jeans. Not when she's eager and pliable and desperate to take me.