I wait until I can't take it anymore to make my touch harder.
"Fuck." Her thighs shake against my hand. Her nails dig into my skin. "More."
I rub her a little harder.
She groans.
A little higher.
She pants.
There.
"Don't stop," she breathes.
Like hell.
This is where the world makes sense.
This is one thing I always get right.
This is fucking everything.
She tortures me with that lush ass. Her soft flesh is divine against my hard-on. I want to bend her over and claim every inch of her.
"Oh God." She presses her palm against the refrigerator door, knocking off a magnet. Another. Another.
Paper menus and post cards tumble to the floor.
They don't matter.
Nothing matters but Iris coming on my hand.
I rock my hips against her. Fucking boxers are in the way. I hate these damn things, but they're necessary. Otherwise, I'd already be inside her.
The room fills with her groans.
My breath.
Her nails scrape my skin.
My lips brush her neck.
"Walker. Fuck." She tilts her head to give me access.
I suck on her tender skin.
"Bite me," she breathes.
I sink my teeth into her skin. Soft. Then a little harder. Harder.
She groans. "Fuck."
I get lost in the sounds of her pleasure. The way she claws at my skin and rubs against me.
A few more flicks of my hand and she's there.
She moans my name as she comes.