Page 118 of Make Her Mine

She unhooks her bra and drops it, then slips her panties over her hips and they hit the floor.

“Now sit on the couch,” I tell her.

My beautiful, completely naked girlfriend—I fucking love that term—backs up and sits down on the middle cushion of my sofa.

“Spread your legs.” My voice is husky now. “Show me where you need my attention.”

Her boldness, in all things, is one of the things I love most about her. She doesn’t hesitate to part her knees. Then she lifts one foot up onto the cushion, and lets her leg fall to the side.

Jesus. My cock is aching, and I have to grip my hands and force myself to stay where I am. But yes, I’m going to torture her a little. Okay, torture us both a little.

She cups her breasts with both hands, running her thumbs over her hard nipples, making sweet needy noises. Then she runs her hands from her breasts over her stomach to her inner thighs, then back up.

“Harlow, touch yourself.”

“I am touching myself.”

She knows what I want and, of course, has already taken some of the control back. “Play with your pussy for me,” I say, more firmly.

Her eyes are locked on mine as she slides a hand down her belly and between her legs. She circles over her clit. “I wish you were doing this.”

“Imagine it’s my hand. How do you want me to touch you? Show me.”

She circles a little faster, her breathing increasing, then she slides her fingers down and into that sweet pussy.

I groan silently, imagining the hot, tight feel of her.

“Keep going,” I say, low and gruff.

I watch as she teases herself, the flush spreading up her chest to her neck. Her breathing continues to increase, and she says my name again on a soft moan.

I am rock hard and it’s taking everything in me to stay where I am.

I watch her speed up, circling over her clit and I can tell she’s getting close.

“Stop.”

Her eyes fly to mine. Her hand does pause, then she starts moving it again.

“Harlow, stop.”

“You’re just teasing me.”

“Yes. Stop. We’re just getting started and you’re not going on without me.”

“Then come over here and stop me.” But her hand has stopped moving.

Oh, we’re gonna play. Okay. “You think you don’t like being bossed around,” I say pushing off the door. “But you need to trust me. Let me tell you what to do. I promise it will be good.”

“You stopped me short of an orgasm. How is that good?”

I walk over to the couch and stand, looking down at her. Fuck, she is every dream come true.

“Delayed satisfaction just isn’t in your vocabulary?”

She gives me a sexy smile. “Definitely not. Not as long as I have fingers and toys.”

I drop to my knees in front of her and pull her hand away. “You don’t need those tonight.”

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