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“Fuck,” she shudders, already bucking for me.
I grip her legs firmly and look over her to meet her eyes. “Hold still.”
I lower my gaze to the bikini bottom, covering up what I know to be a beautiful, pink pussy. I remember thinking so the first time, but I’d been an idiot then. Impatient. Impersonal. I didn’t get this view, and I didn’t get to taste Abi.
That’s about to change.
I sink my teeth on one of the straps holding the flimsy material together and pull. I repeat the move on the other strap, and a curtain of green polyester falls, revealing what I want to see.
My mouth waters, but I don’t rush. I stare at her, committing this to memory in case she comes to her senses and never wants to see me again. Who knows how many opportunities I’ll get for this.
Abi tries to wiggle, but I hold her legs in place.
“Tell me you want me,” I say, licking her upper thigh, just enough to tease her.
She tries to buck toward me, and I smile. “Don’t be greedy, Abigail whatever-your-name-is. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” she says through her teeth.
I lick her more, each time getting closer to her pussy. “Good,” I say, my breath hitting wet flesh. I run my tongue up one fold and pause just before I reach her clit. She squirms beneath me.
“Now,” I repeat on the other side, stopping just before where I know she wants me. “Say it like you mean it.”
“Fuck, Colter.”
“Hmm?” I ask. I flick my tongue in a circle around her sensitive nub, and she bucks some more. I wonder if she knows now why I felt the need to tie her hands behind her back.
“I want you!” she yells, and I’ve never felt more relieved to have such a large house where sound doesn’t travel too far. “I fucking want you!”
I flatten my tongue on her clit, and she pushes against me, wanting more, wanting harder, and I oblige.
I replace my tongue with my thumb and rub circles on her nub while I dip my tongue to her pussy. I want to taste her. Ineedto taste her.
Warm honey fills my senses as I fuck her with my tongue, but it isn’t enough. I’m not sure it ever will be.
I rub her quicker, harder, until her muscles tense and she’s coming on me. I lap up her juices and prepare to go more, prying her thighs apart that keep trying to squeeze my head.
“Colter,” Abi pants.
“What?” I bite, instantly regretting it. Terror and annoyance floods me at the prospect of her asking me to slow down, or stop altogether.
I don’t do slow. I don’t do soft. And neither of those things are what she wants nor needs, regardless of what she tells herself.
I force a neutral expression and raise my head above her pelvis. “What, Abi?” I ask, my voice much more considerate.
She pants on the bed and lifts her head. We lock eyes and the one thing missing from them is hesitation.
“Fuck me.”
Fire spreads over my skin when Abi’s words hit my ears. My fingers clamp down on her thighs hard enough it’ll probably leave bruises on her pale skin, but she doesn’t seem to notice. She’s looking at me with an intensity that feels like a challenge, and all I want to do is match it.
I rise to my feet and throw my shorts and boxers to my ankles, my raging hard-on finally freed.
“You want me to be gentle?” I ask without an ounce of sincerity. It isn’t in my nature. She learned that the first time she was in this room. But I need to hear that she wants this one more time. There’s too much hunger influencing my perception.
Abi bites her lip and tilts her head to the ceiling, her eyes closing in anticipation. “Does it matter?” she asks, sounding amused.
“Yes.”