Page 49 of That Moment
Her pulse flutters beneath my lips when I kiss her throat. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember how to act sodamn smug. Gonna make you come until you forget your own name.”
She trembles, still grinding, but now every breath is a whimper.
“I’m going to taste you,” I murmur against her ear, “everywhere. Feel you squeeze around my fingers, my tongue, my cock—until you can’t think straight. Until all you can do is beg me to keep going.”
Her fingers slide from my wrists. She’s shaking, not from fear but from need.
“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” I ask, catching her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “All that teasing… it was just you asking for this.”
I don’t wait for her to answer. Her mouth’s still parted, eyes dark and hazy when I free my hands from her grip and grab her hips. I flip us easily, her back sinking into the couch cushions as I settle between her legs.
The shift turns her breath into a half gasp, half moan, and I grin down at her. “My turn.”
Her dress is bunched around her thighs, and I slide one hand up, dragging my knuckles along the soft inside of her leg. She shivers, and that little sound she makes when my thumb brushes the lace at the top of her thigh? That’s the sound I’ve been waiting years to hear.
“Look at you,” I murmur, fingers finding the edge of her panties. “All this attitude, all this fight—melting the second I touch you.”
She tries to speak, but all she manages is a shaky, “Scotty…”
I dip my head, lips grazing her throat as I slide my fingers higher. “Say it again.”
“Scotty.” Softer this time. Needier.
“Good girl.”
I press my palm against the heat between her thighs, feel the dampness through the lace, and groan against her skin. “Fuck. You’re already soaked.”
Her hips jerk under my hand. “I—can’t help it.”
“Don’t want you to.” I hook a finger beneath the lace, slide it aside, and find her bare and slick and trembling. The first stroke over her clit makes her cry out, sharp and sweet.
“Yeah,” I breathe, watching her face. “That’s it. I’ve been thinking about this moment for years. Imagining what your pretty pink pussy looked like.”
She gasps, and I look up from where I’m toying with her to see her watching me. “You like knowing that, don’t you?” She pulses against me. “Yes, you do, filthy girl. You like knowing I’ve imagined spreading you wide and licking you from every angle?”
Her hands clutch at my shoulders, her body arching as I start a slow rhythm. Small circles, firm pressure, just enough to make her lose control one breath at a time.
“Scotty, please?—”
“Please, what?”
“I need—God?—”
I slide two fingers down, find her entrance, and tease her with just a slight dip inside before moving back to her clit. She gasps, the sound pure desperation.
“You want me to fuck you with my fingers?” I ask, low and rough. “Or you want my tongue first?”
“Both,” she pants, eyes glassy.
“Greedy girl. I like that.”
Her body’s shaking now, breath breaking into little gasps as I work her faster. I can feel her close, the muscles in her thighs tightening, her hands gripping my shirt like she’s about to fall apart.
“Scotty—please—don’t stop?—”
I do.
I pull my hand away, my fingers slick and glistening in the low light, and sit back just enough to look at her. She stares up at me, wrecked and confused, her chest rising and falling like she just sprinted a mile.
