I can’t tear my gaze away as he plays with my breast, lets his free hand skim along my body. Electric excitement builds as his fingers travel lower…lower…
His hand hovers over my exposed flesh. He nips my earlobe, making me gasp.
“You’re so damn wet for me. Just look.”
He pulls my folds apart. I look, my breath uneven and panting. Even in the smoked mirror, I can see the glistening between my legs.
My face is so hot—partly with embarrassment and partly with anticipation. I’ve never seen myself down there like this.
“You’re so pink and pretty.” He digs his fingers between the folds, gliding over my clit and making me cry out as blissful pleasure cuts through me. “So responsive.”
I moan, half going out of my mind.
“All mine.” He slips a finger into me.
My groan grows louder. My senses are overloading. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping it’ll restore some control.
“Uh-uh. Open your eyes,” he commands.
“I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Yes, you can.” He stops moving.
“No, no, no. Don’t do that,” I beg.
“Then keep your eyes open. Watch what I’m doing to you and how you’re responding.”
With an effort, I open my eyes again.
And he resumes. He’s kneading my breast, then tweaks and tugs at my nipple, until all I can do is dig my nails into his hips behind me and whimper.
Then I see—and feel—his fingers moving in and out of me, filling me, bumping into my G-spot. His breath, rough and harsh, fans the sensitive skin at my neck. Intense focus pulls his eyebrows together. I see my chest rising and falling rapidly, my eyes glazed over.
I don’t even look like me.
I look like a shameless sex goddess, my hips moving greedily. Ecstasy builds, tension unbearable.
“Come.?
?? Edgar bites my shoulder, hard enough for me to feel the sharp edge of his teeth, but not hard enough to break the skin.
The pain pushes me over. I climax so hard that my vision blurs. My whole body goes limp in Edgar’s arms. I vaguely register him murmuring sweet nothings—not the words, but the soft cadence in that amazing baritone.
I twist around so I can cradle his face and kiss him, gradually becoming aware that his cock is pushing against me insistently. I want to see him drive into me. And I realize the best way to do that is for me to get on my hands and knees and have him take me from behind.
Once the dirty image pops into my head, it won’t leave. My body grows more heated and needier, like I didn’t just come hard enough to nearly black out. I yank the nightie off, so I’m in nothing but the matching crotchless underwear.
His eyes flaring with heat, Edgar takes off his boxers. His cock juts out, hard and thick. The head glistens with precum, and I lick my lips. Maybe later I’ll take him in my mouth and suck him until his eyes roll back. But for now, I want him inside me.
He dips his head, closing his mouth around my nipple. At the same time, he pushes me back until I’m lying down. I cry out at the delicious sensation, my toes curling. My spine arches, every cell in my body striving for more.
“You’re so sweet,” he says against my breast. “Every time I look at you, I just want to…”
He trails off as his mouth starts moving downward, and I know exactly what’s on his mind. As much as I want him there, I want him inside me more.
“I want you to take me from behind.”
I hear myself say it, and I can’t decide if I’m stunned or turned on. I’m never really explicitly demanding in bed. But for some reason, with Edgar, I feel safe and comfortable enough to tell him. I know he won’t judge. No, he’ll give me exactly what I need because he gets off on my pleasure.