“Mmm.”
I pin her to the counter as I toy with her breasts.
Her groan fills the room. “Fuck me.”
“Not yet.” I draw circles around her nipples.
She grinds against my ass. “Now.”
I want to.
But not yet.
I need to push her to the edge. I need to be sure I’m the only thought in her head.
Fuck knows she’s the only one in mine.
This makes sense.
I bring my lips to her neck, suck on her soft skin as I play with her tits.
She groans as my touch gets harder.
I roll her nipple between my thumb and index finger. Harder. Tighter. Until the bud is a deep pink and her groan is half agony, half ecstasy.
“Fuck.” She rocks her hips against me. “Don’t stop.”
I toy with her other nipple. Watch it darken. Listen as her breath hitches. “I love the way you respond to me.”
Her fingers dig into the counter.
“I want every inch of you, Leigh. I want you every way I can have you.”
“You mean—”
“Yeah.”
“Now?”
“No.” I unbutton her shorts, roll them down her torso, over her ass, down her thighs. “I want your cunt wrapped around me today.”
She groans.
“But soon.”
“How are you so good at this?”
“It’s you, baby. It’s how you respond to me.” I toy with her breast with one hand. Run the other over the waistband of her panties.
She arches her back, lifting her ass into the air.
I trace the waist of her panties over her lower back. My fingers skim her spine.
I trace a line over her ass, along her cunt, across her clit.
She’s wet. I can feel her through her panties.
My balls tighten.