Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

God, she's responsive.

Eager.

It's fucking captivating. Despite the spandex, my skinny jeans are very fucking uncomfortable.

Not that I'm complaining.

I stare back into her brown eyes. "Fuck yourself, baby."

Her pupils dilate. She nods. Slowly, she turns towards me. She spreads her legs wider. Wide enough her knee brushes against the back of my hand.

She wants me to touch her.

Fuck, how I want to touch her.

But this first.

She spreads her lips with her fingers.

Then she's teasing herself with her index finger.

With the middle finger.

She presses both together and she teases.

It makes her shake.

Pant.

Groan.

She stares back at me, her breath hitching, her cheeks flushing, and she slides her fingers into her cunt.

Her lips part with a sigh. "Fuck."

"Keep going, baby."

She presses her fingers deeper. Then she pulls them back. She does it again.

Again.

Slowly.

Then faster.

Harder.

Her eyelids flutter closed.

"Fuck, Mal…" Her voice breaks into a whine.

Right now, she needs me more than she needs anything.

Right now, the world makes sense.

I let go of the guardrails reminding me to take this slow. "Harder. Make me jealous of your fingers."

Her nod is still heavy. Needy.