“I was thinking about you on your knees, eating me out,” she says in a rush like some sort of dam inside her has cracked. “About the way your tongue would feel inside me, and the way I’d soak your face and chin.”

“Fuck,” I growl, and it takes everything I have not to drop to my knees in front of her right now to do exactly that. But I need to be patient. I can’t just give her what she wants—she needs to work for it, to prove to me how much she wants it.

My hand moves from her throat up to her jaw to cup it. I turn her face side to side, drinking in every detail.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” She doesn’t answer, just continues breathing heavily against me like she’s fighting for control. “But you know when you look the most beautiful?”

She shakes her head slightly, keeping her eyes trained on mine. I lean closer to her until my lips brush against her ear.

“When you’re sitting on my face,” I whisper, and my cock swells along with the goosebumps that ripple down her neck.

She moans and arches away from the wall, grinding her dampened pants against mine and making my cock throb painfully. I’m so turned on by her that I feel like I could burst, and I want—no, need—to be inside her again so fucking badly, but not until she’s so desperate for me that she’s pleading with me to get her off just to make the ache stop. I want her so fucking worked up and wet that even the slightest touch threatens to send her over the edge.

And then I want to watch her fall to pieces.

“I know exactly what you need,” I tell her, nodding.

She looks a little confused for a moment, then comprehension dawns in her eyes, and I swear I can see something ignite behind her pupils as they dilate instantly in response.

“Please,” she whispers, trapping her lower lip between her teeth while she squeezes my waist with her legs and rolls her hips against my cock.

“Louder,” I tell her, moving my hands to her hips to hold her in place while I grind my clothed cock across the growing wet spot in her pants.

I already know she wants me—her body is doing all the talking for her—but I want her to own her desire, to tell me how badly she wants this. I want to shatter those walls she’s gotten so good at putting up.

“Please,” she moans as her head falls back, her voice raw with desire.

I drag my cock back and forth over where her clit is throbbing beneath the fabric, and her eyes flutter as she writhes underneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, what?”