Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

"Arms over your head." I guide her motions. One arm. Then the other.

My palm closes around her wrists.

I pin her arms to the wall.

Her pupils dilate. Her hips rock against mine. Her tongue slides over her lips.

She likes being at my mercy.

Needs it even.

Fuck, I can't remember the last time I was this hard.

She's so fucking beautiful like this.

I stroke her inner thigh until her legs are shaking. Until she's staring at me with that plea in her eyes.

I'm the only thing in her universe.

This moment—her on the edge, desperate for my touch—it's the only thing in her universe.

Then it's rolling off her lips. "Please, Brendon. Please."

"Please what?"

Her thighs squeeze my hand. "Make me come."

Fuck, that sounds good on her lips.

My cock screams for attention. For every soft, sweet part of her.

Still, I torture her. Stroke her soft thigh until she's shaking with so much desire I can't take it.

I stare back at her as I bring my thumb to her clit.

"Fuck." Her eyelids press together. A groan rolls off her lips. Loud. Then softer. "Please."

I rub her with slow circles. Until she's squirming against my hand. Until her wrists are shaking.

Then I bring my index finger to her cunt.

And I tease her.

Her teeth sink into her lip.

Again.

Her hips buck against me.

Again.

Her groan vibrates down her chest.

I add another finger.

Go a little deeper.

Deeper.