"But—"
"Now."
This time, she doesn't hesitate. She slides her hand down her stomach, over her pelvis. Her fingers skim her inner thighs.
Then the pad of her middle finger is making slow circles against her clit.
She's already turned on. Already needy. She stares back at me with all this trust.
Her eyelids flutter closed as she rubs herself with those slow circles. I can see the pleasure spreading through her body. It starts with the shake of her thighs. The tensing of her st
omach muscles.
Her toes squeeze the sheets.
Her nipples tighten.
Her lips part with a sigh.
This is fucking beautiful, but she needs more.
I need more.
I move around the bed and take a seat next to her.
"Mal," she breathes. Her brow furrows like she's reaching for a word she can't find.
"Give me your hand."
She pulls her hand from her cunt.
"Press your first two fingers together."
She does.
I wrap my hand around her wrist and bring her fingers to my lips. I plant a soft kiss on her fingertip. Then another. Another. The taste of her is faint. I want more. I want her thighs pressed against my cheeks as she comes on my face.
Soon.
Very fucking soon.
Lacey stares back at me as I plant another soft kiss on her fingertips. There's already all this trust in her expression. More than I deserve, given how well we know each other.
But I still feel it in my core.
She trusts me with her body.
I'm going to prove I'm worth every fucking ounce of that trust.
Slowly, I bring her fingers into my mouth and suck hard.
They taste like her.
They taste fucking good.
I pull her hand away. "Touch yourself."
Her nod is heavy. Her breath is heavier. She presses her fingers against her clit. Her eyes stay glued to mine.