My hands go to his shoulders.
I use them for leverage to grind against his crotch.
He stares up at me.
His pupils dilate.
His cock hardens.
Fuck, that feels good.
I bring my hand to his cheek. Run my fingertips along his jaw. Slide the pad of my thumb into his mouth.
Rock my hips in figure eights.
He sucks on my digit as I rub against him.
Fuck, the friction of his jeans against my lace panties—
I’m on fire.
I’m buzzing.
Every part of me wants every part of him.
This is supposed to be to tease him. But, fuck, I don’t have a single hint of upper hand.
I need to tear off my clothes.
I need to come.
And make him come.
I bring my hand back to his shoulder. Push myself up.
Slowly, I peel my top over my breasts.
Ryan brings his hand to my side. Slides it over the curve of my waist. Over my breast.
He rubs his thumb over my nipple in time with the music.
My eyelids flutter closed.
I pull my top over my head and toss it aside.
He stares into my eyes as he toys with my nipple.
Fuck, he’s so in control.
I love it, but I need to be the one leading this.
I wrap my hand around his wrist and bring his other hand to my chest.
Slowly, I lower myself onto his crotch.
I circle my hips, grinding against him as he toys with me.
His blue eyes fill with need.