the bottom of my bed, and without hesitating, I pulled at the bottom of her top. My fingertips grazed against the soft skin of her stomach.
“Damn,” she murmured against my lips. “I love when you touch me.”
“Me too.” I pressed my forehead to hers, breathing heavily. I needed to slow down, to take it all in, but it was impossible.
My hand drifted up to her chest, my thumb and finger reaching for the front clasp of her bra. Her groan had butterflies taking flight in my stomach. I wanted more of that sound from her lips.
I whispered my fingers around the outside of her breast, teasing her—or was I teasing myself? Her head flung back, and I delighted in the sight of her perfectly perky nipples. My mouth salivated, and I instantly leaned down, pulling one into my mouth, and licking it.
“Oh god.” Her fingers pushed into my hair, gripping it, her body begging me not to stop.
I turned her, grasped her hips as I popped her nipple out of my mouth. She stared up at me, her eyes half closed, her hair becoming a wild mess. “Fuck, you look so damn sexy right now.” Her chest heaved, her nipples hard as a damn rock. I wanted her—all of her.
“Take your clothes off,” she demanded, her voice hoarse. She trailed her hand down her stomach, stopping at the waist of her jeans, and slowly, she unbuttoned them. I tried to keep my gaze focused on her face, but it was impossible when she was taking her clothes off too. “Haven,” she groaned out. “Take your clothes off.”
I shook my head, trying to concentrate on the task at hand, all the while watching her lift her pull her jeans off. A pair of black lace underwear were the only things between her pussy and me.
“Fuck. Me.”
Thalia tilted her head to the side and slowly lowered down onto the bed. “That’s the idea.”
I pushed my legs together, feeling how turned on I was at watching her, and within seconds, I yanked my skirt off and threw my jacket and shirt onto the floor. I hadn’t worn a bra or panties, and I wondered if she’d noticed; from the way her eyes lit up, I didn’t think she had.
Thalia bit down on her bottom lip, her hand pushing its way under her lace panties. “I’m so fucking wet,” she told me.
I stepped toward her, wrapped my hand around her wrist, and halted what she was doing. “No.” I pulled at her, stopping her touching herself, then sat next to her. I stretched my body out onto its side and guided her hand between my legs, needing her touch there more than anything else.
Her groan mixed in with my moan as I took her nipple into my mouth again then reached down between her thighs. The lace was getting in the way, so I yanked at it, hearing the rip of material, and then she was bare to me.
A small smattering of hair led down to her clit, and as soon as I found her sweet spot, I curled my fingers, rubbing at it. I wasn’t sure what I needed more of: her touching me, or me touching her.
“Haven,” she gasped. “Fuck, yes, right there.”
I sucked her nipple into my mouth, biting down on it just enough to have her losing her mind. It did the trick because seconds later she was rubbing her thumb over my nipple then pinching it. I needed pain with my pleasure, and she seemed to realize that as I pushed myself closer to her.
We were a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin, but neither of us stopped. I rubbed harder, faster, sating her need until her clit pulsated with her orgasm. But I didn’t stop, not when she begged me to, not when she said it was too much, and not when she stopped touching me. I needed to give her this.
Her body went limp, her mewls echoing in my bedroom. “More?” I asked, climbing between her legs. She moved her head to the side, making a noise in the back of her throat. I took that as a yes, so continued to rub at her clit, while moving the fingers of my other hand inside of her. She was soaking wet, so much so you could hear her.
“It’s too much,” she gasped, her body going ramrod straight. “Haven. Haven!”
“That’s it, baby,” I curled my fingers inside her and felt her G-spot.
“Oh god. Oh god!”
Her body shook, her