She's doing the same.
But Iris…
She arches her back, pressing her ass against my hard-on. "Walker…"
"You want me to stop?"
"No."
I push the boxers to her feet.
Her fingers dig into the fridge. Her breath gets heavy as I pull her t-shirt over her head and toss it on the floor.
I bring one hand to her chest and brush my thumb against her nipples.
She groans as she rocks against me.
I toy with her again and again.
I wait until she's panting to drag my fingertips up her thigh.
"Walker." Her voice is heavy. Needy.
This makes sense.
Everything else—fuck everything else.
I pull her closer. Hold her tighter. Bring my lips to her neck to suck on her skin.
She reaches back for me. Tugs at my boxers with one hand. Scratches my thigh with the other.
She wants me inside her.
But I need her at the edge.
I need her desperate and panting.
I drag my fingertips up her inner thigh. Her breath hitches as they get closer and closer.
There.
I brush my fingers against her clit.
She groans. Her fingers dig into my skin. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Make me come." She rubs her flesh against me.
Fuck. That feels good. Too good. I want to be inside her. I want her to be my entire fucking universe.
But this first.
Always this first.
I hold her body against mine as I tease her with light brushes of my fingers.
She squirms against me, groaning and panting and tugging at my boxers.