He had his hand between my legs and I had my hand in the back of his jeans and I was nearly there again, panting against his mouth when his fingers went away and slid up my bel y.
My eyes flew open.
“Whisky!” I snapped, bucking and trying to push him to his back to get some leverage on the situation.
I was so turned on, I’d never been that turned on before, my body was humming with it.
He was smiling.
“Don’t smile at me, you rat. Finish what you start.” He gave me a light kiss.
“Ask nice.”
I growled.
Then I attacked.
It got out of hand then. There was a bit of wrestling and unfortunately Hank was stronger. I ended up on my back, wrists over my head held by one of his hands, his other hand between my legs again and his mouth at my neck. I was close again and I knew he knew it.
“Let go of my hands, I want to touch you,” I demanded.
He didn’t answer but, instead, ran his tongue along my neck.
“Hank.” His name came out kind of whiney.
Okay, maybe a lot whiney.
His hand went away from between my legs and my body tensed.
“Please,” I said low and his head came up and he looked at me.
His eyes were hot and intense and I held my breath.
He rol ed completely over me. I opened my legs and his h*ps fel between them as he let go of my wrists. His hand worked at the buttons of his fly and I pushed his jeans down his hips, my mouth at his neck. Then my hand wrapped around him.
“Jesus, Sunshine,” he muttered but there was a smile in his voice.
I looked him in the eye.
I was trying to guide him into me but he was having none of it.
“I want you inside me, Whisky. Now.”
He pul ed my hand away and then his hands went to my hips, lifting them and he stared down at me but he didn’t come inside.
I gave in.
“Please.”
He slid inside.
It felt beautiful.
My head arched back and my arms wrapped around him.
“Sweetheart, look at me.”
I looked at him, he moved inside me and it felt delicious.