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I can feel her thighs squirming as she goes to push my hand down her shorts, but I hold it steady at the waistband.

Every single fiber of self-control is strained to the breaking point. But I don’t know what kind of state of mind she’s in.

“Wait.” My command sounds like the creaking of rusty gears from how tight and clogged my throat is.

Scarlett turns her head. Her eyes are open. They’re sleepy, but alert. Vivid. She’s awake, and she knows what she’s doing. Desire flickers in her chestnut gaze, silently begging me not to stop.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

She nods.

I don’t want things to become weird between us. And if she’s just interested in us being roommates with benefits or whatever, I don’t trust myself one fucking bit not to get attached.

This is a bad idea, but if she’s sure, and if this is what she wants right now, then I want to feel her so fucking badly that I’m willing to risk just about anything to do it.

I’m sleepy, the judgment center of my brain is offline, and I’m so horny I could die. After that pleading look in Scarlett’s eyes that told me she’s absolutely sure what she’s asking for, there’s nothing for me to do but slide my hand into her shorts.

Fuck. She’s so wet. I didn’t think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, but when I drag my middle finger up her drenched slit, the impossible becomes reality.

A shudder rattles through her body. She parts her legs for me. I slide my finger through her wetness, coating my digit with her arousal.

She lets out a soft moan. The sound snakes through my ear and sets my insides on fire.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked for me,” I rasp. There’s enough silver moonlight filtering into my room that I can see the dusky blush on her cheek.

Her eyes are closed, lids and lashes fluttery. Her soft, pink lips are just slightly parted. It’s a sight so damn stunning it could give me a heart attack.

She swivels her hips, pressing her center into my hand. “Lane,” she lisps my name again, a clear plea.

“Yeah, Scarlett?” There’s a tease in my voice. I know what she wants. She wants my finger inside her. But I want her to ask for it.

“Put it inside,” she moans.

“Hmm.” I let out a thoughtful hum, like I’m considering it, while gliding my finger over the surface of her warmth. I’m getting off on how I can feel the need pulling tight in her body, how I know she aches with want down there. Aches forme.

“Please,” she whimpers, hips tilting.

My chest hitches as I slide my middle finger into her.

“Holyfuck.” I can’t hold back the utterance. The sensation of her velvety warmth clenching around me is too damn incredible. How the hell is it possible for something to feel so good just on my finger?

The truth is, I’ve wanted nothing but her for the last eighteen months. Every sensation of this moment is heightened by all that accumulated longing and pining. It’s a good thing this is all we’re doing, because if I slid my cock into her, I don’t know if I’d survive.

I work my finger in and out of her, slowly at first, picking up speed as her breathing becomes more ragged and her body starts to undulate against me. I pull her close, reveling in the shaky, twisty movements, getting high on the knowledge that I’m causing the pleasure ripping through her body.

Her throaty moans fill the still, quiet room when I start to rub her clit with my thumb while spearing her with my finger. My eyes stay fastened on her face, drinking in the bliss etched on her features.

She nudges to the side a little, to get into position to slide her right hand into my sweatpants.

My heart bounds against my chest when she curls her grip gently around my pulsing dick. My balls get impossibly tight, a heavy knot of pleasure notching at the base of my spine, and she hasn’t even pumped her fist yet.

Pleasure explodes through me when she gently slides her grip up my hard length. When she ghosts the pad of her thumb over the swollen tip of my cock, my vision goes blurry.

She picks up the pace. My control frays. I fuck her harder and faster with my finger while her hand clenches tighter around my hardness. My own pulse roaring in my ear almost drowns out her moans, and I feel myself hurrying toward orgasm.

Scarlett’s muscles pull taut, and I know she’s coming. I’m a split second behind her. When Scarlett gives me one last pump,rolling her grip over my head when she reaches the peak of my shaft, I erupt.

My jaw clenches, my muscles ripple, and my white-hot release coats the inside of my pants. Jet after jet of cum blasts from my cock as the world falls apart around me.

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