Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

My hips rock of their own accord.

He's hard under me. And I want that. I want every layer of clothes between us gone. I want every wall between us gone.

I can't have the latter. Not yet.

So I need this.

My hand knots in his hair.

He sucks softly. It sends pleasure straight to my core.

I grind against him.

"Walker." I squeeze my thighs against his hips. "Fuck me. Please."

He pulls me closer. Sucks a little harder. Then it's short flicks of his tongue. Long ones. Soft. Hard. He swirls his tongue around my tender bud. Scrapes his teeth against it.

He toys with me until I'm shaking then he moves to my other nipple and does it again.

I can't take the ache between my legs.

I need him.

I need him more than I've ever needed anything.

I grind against him. "Walker. Please."

He drags his fingertips down my spine, to the top of my panties, then all the way up to the base of my skull.

The softness of his touch sets me on fire.

My entire body is buzzing. Every nerve is awake and alive and screaming for more of him.

I shift my hips. Bring my hands to his jeans. Undo his button. Then the zipper.

I cup him over his boxers. He feels good in my hand, but it's not enough.

I kiss him hard and deep. Then my lips are on his cheek. His chin. His neck.

He groans as I suck on his skin.

His hands knot in my hair.

God, that sound is music. Poetry. Everything.

I do it again.

He groans a little louder.

I push his jeans off his hips as I suck on his neck. Then his boxers.

I wrap my hand around his cock. Pump him as I suck on his skin.

"Iris." His breath gets heavy. Needy.

Yes. That.

Slowly, I work my way down his torso. I drag my lips over his chest and stomach then I lower myself onto my knees.