I reached around her and unsnapped her bra.
Before she could say more, I crashed my lips into hers and my hands flew everywhere. I wanted to touch and taste every part of her. I yanked her hair back so I could get better access to her mouth and she arched into me, letting me have the control she'd wanted.
Deep down, we worked in sync like this.
We were two chemicals that bonded perfectly—my control and her surrender.
I yanked myself back, wanting this to last as long as it could. I spun her again to look at the view and placed her hands up on the window again.
This time, she resisted with a tremulous plea, “People can see us, Jax. I'm naked.”
“And you're mine. You do what I say if you want to come.”
When she whipped her head around like she wanted to accuse me of something, I just glared back and snaked my arm to her front where I slid my hand between her legs again. “You're so wet. You want to stop just because someone might catch a glance of you out the window?”
She moaned but rolled her hips as I slid one finger into her and wrapped my other arm around her to pinched her nipple just hard enough that it pebbled.
“This is wrong, Jax. We should be in a bed.”
I let my dick slide back and forth between her ass cheeks and then over her wetness. “Does it feel wrong?”
She choked on whatever she was about to say and gasped as I slid two more fingers in. I pumped them against her G-spot while rolling my thumb over her clit.
“Mmm, it sounds like you like wrong.”
Her pussy pulsed as I said it, and I licked her neck.
“Tell me, Whitfield, do you like people seeing you come? You like me finger fucking you here?”
“Jax, please.”
I still loved hearing her beg as much as I used to. So, I kept the same rhythm, knowing she wanted just a bit more. She met my cock with a roll of her hips and arched her back so much, I almost lost what little control I had left.
When she moaned like she'd reached her limit, I bit down on her neck and picked up the pace, rubbing her harder and twisting her nipples close to the point of pain.
Her body convulsed, pushing back into me as she screamed. I let her ride my hand long enough for her to come down off her orgasm and felt her muscles relaxing all around.
When her hands began to slide from the window, I slid my hand from the small of her back all the way to the nape of her neck and leaned in to tell her we weren't finished yet.
I was starting to realize we would never be.