Page 71 of All This Time

“Me too, baby.” My grip on her wrists tightens as I thrust my erection against her back, letting her feel how fucking hard I am. “Now, you’re going to listen to everything I say to you, do you understand?” She nods, but I need to hear her. “Use yourwords, angel.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re sure that you want this?”

“Yes,” she answers again, her chest heaving as she struggles to take in air.

Moving her hands closer together so I can hold them with only one of mine, I drag my nose up the side of her neck. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, she’s wearing a white tank top that shows a sliver of her tan stomach, and the little denim skirt she has on is making me even harder while I imagine just what’s underneath it.

“Fuck, Laney.” I nip at her skin. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.”

“Then make it real. Make me come, Fletcher,” she whispers while pushing her ass into my crotch.

With my free hand on the button of her skirt, I pop it open, pull down the zipper slowly, and then tease the top of her underwear with my finger before pulling it away from exactly where she wants me.

“Ugh…”

“Patience, baby.”

“Three years, Fletcher. Remember?”

“I told you, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.” I bring my hand to her chest, dragging my thumb across her pebbled nipples, loving how she lets out soft little whimpers with each pass. My gaze is locked on the rise and fall of her chest and the part in her lips as her eyelashes flutter closed. Moving my hand back down, I skim my fingertips across her stomach, loving how her skin breaks out in goosebumps, before slowly dipping my index finger beneath the fabric of her underwear again, just far enough that I can feel her slit and discover how fucking soaked she is. “Jesus, Laney…”

“Don’t stop. Please.”

I dip my finger lower, parting her to find her clit swollen and needy. Softly, I move the tip of my finger around her bundle of nerves, slowly and with just enough pressure to build her up, but definitely not as much as she needs.

Her hand starts slipping on the wall. “Oh God…”

I lift it and put it back in place with the other one, holding them together tighter in my hand this time while my finger slides down further to find her entrance, teasing her by just inserting the tip.

“Hands stay on the wall,” I command.

“But…”

I move my lips right next to her ear. “Hands on the wall or I stop, Laney. You decide.”

She closes her eyes, groans in frustration, and then leans her head back on my shoulder, sighing as I move my finger just a few inches deeper inside of her. “Fine.”

“Attagirl.” Pulling my finger back up to her clit, I use two fingers this time to circle the bud, moving her arousal around as her hips start to move along with the motion. “So needy, aren’t you?”

“Yes…”

“How’s the pressure?”

“Perfect,” she sighs.

Sliding my fingers back down to her entrance, I push both inside of her now, slowly and as best I can due to the confines of the denim fabric of her skirt and her underwear. But I’m determined to make this woman break for me, and nothing is going to stop me at this point.

“I need my other hand, Laney. Are you gonna keep yours on the wall like I told you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good girl.”

Removing my hand from her pussy and releasing her wrists, I slip my hand under her thigh and lift her left leg up, pushing her body forward slightly and her skirt up over her ass so that I can access all of her now. “Keep your hands on the wall.”

“Fletcher, I…”