Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

But I can't return it. Not with that kind of confidence.

"Then harder." I rock my hips.

He murmurs a yes as he drives his fingers inside me.

It feels good. But I need more.

"Fuck me," I breathe.

"This first." He drives his fingers into me. Again. Again. Again.

It pushes me toward the edge.

Fills me with this strange mix of satisfaction and need.

It's good.

But I need him inside me.

"Walker. Please." I arch my hips. Heel—toe my feet to spread my legs. "I need you inside me."

He lets out a low heavy groan and brings his hands to my hips. He holds me steady as he brings his body onto mine.

His tip strains against me.

Desire floods my senses. Yes. More. Everything.

He pulls back and does it again.

Again.

Again.

I dig my fingers into the sheets. I rise onto my tiptoes. I get dizzy from anticipation.

"More." I push aside my inhibitions. "Harder."

His fingers dig into my hips.

He thrusts into me full force.

Fuck. He's big. It's intense. But good intense.

He holds me in place as he pulls back and drives into me again.

Again.

He fills me with deep, steady thrusts.

Each winds me up. Each sends bliss to my fingers and toes.

He slides one hand around my hip and plants it between my legs.

He rubs my clit with his thumb as he drives into me.

Damn. That's intense.

He's good at this.