I shake my head. The woman is crazy.
She turns her head back to watch the television. I run my hands halfway up her calf and work on the muscle there for several minutes. Her skin is flawlessly smooth. When my fingers drift up to the underside of her knee, her breath hitches, just as I knew it would.
I lift my gaze to her and find her eyes hooded. “Judge,” she breathes.
She looks so Goddamn sexy right now with one hand on her stomach and her other arm thrown back, gripping the arm of the couch.
“What?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
Her eyes narrow. “Don’t play coy. You know exactly what you’re doing.”
I smirk. I do know. I know that the underside of her knee is an intense erogenous zone for her. I know that if I caress the area just right, she’ll writhe and moan.
My fingers linger on a spot and I lift a brow. “Want me to stop?” Please say no, my mind screams. They’ve been here for five days, and every night I’ve lain in bed, hard as a fucking rock, knowing Ellie was just across the hall from me. I feel like a damn teenager again with all the times I’ve had to jack off recently.
I’m tired of feeling my hand wrapped around my shaft. I want to feel hers, along with her mouth and her tight pussy. But I don’t want to rush her either. What’s between us is about more than just sex. It’s about life and the future we could have together. I want her body, but I want her heart and soul more.
She tugs on her lip as she thinks over my question. I allow my thumb to rub small circles beneath her knee. Not enough to turn her on, but just enough to remind her I’m here and waiting.
After several agonizing seconds, she gives me a small headshake, and I swear to Christ, my heart damn near leaps from my chest.
“You tell me to stop, and we will.”
“Okay,” she whispers, her chest already rising with her shallow pants.
My fingers hit just the right spot, and her body stiffens, then relaxes back against the couch. I watch her eyes, the silver swirls of desire, and my cock jerks in its tight confinement.
Thanking Christ that she’s in a pair of sleep shorts, I leave her knee behind and slip my hand further up her thigh. Her legs are together, so I take the outside one and put her foot on the floor. The other gets wedged between my back and the back of the couch. It’s frustrating because the only light on in the living room is the lamp behind her on the table, so although she’s spread open to me, the shadows still keep her hidden.
My fingers glide up until I reach the edge of her short black cotton shorts. I play with the hem as I look back in her eyes, silently asking for permission to continue. She doesn’t need to say a word; she begs me with her eyes to touch her.
I slip my fingers beneath her shorts and skim my fingertips in the crease of her thigh, another titillating spot. Her back arches and she releases a low moan, her fingers digging into the material of her shirt over her stomach. A low growl rumbles from my throat.
I palm my cock through my sleep pants, needing some type of relief. I’m as hard as fucking steel, and my balls ache for release.
I hiss out a breath when my fingers touch her outer lips. She’s already soaked. “I see you still go commando when you wear nightclothes,” I remark huskily.
Her hips buck up off the couch, and she moans, “You know I like being free at the end of the day. That hasn’t changed.”
Halle-fuckin’-lujah for that.
Catching the hidden nub between two fingers, I give it a slight pinch. She jolts, her mouth dropping open and releasing a shuddering breath.
“Want me to stop?” I tease.
As best as she can with her foot tucked behind me, she slams her knees closed, trapping my hand where it is. The hand on her stomach moves to my wrist, and she grips it tight.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she growls.
I chuckle and flick my fingertip against her clit. She loosens her hold on me and her body eases back down. I rub from her clit down to her opening and swirl my finger barely inside. Her inner walls spasm.
She whimpers when I pull my hand from her shorts. I need a better position, so I grip her thighs, slide her down the couch, then grab her hips and hoist her up so she’s straddling my lap. She lets out a startled cry at the sudden movement, but I quiet her with my mouth.
Her hands tangle in my hair and she gives just as hard as she gets. My hands anchor around her hips, and I grind her down against my hardness. A deep groan forces its way up my throat. My body demands I yank her shorts to the side, slide my cock from my pants, and sink inside her warm depths, but I’ll only last seconds and I want it to last longer.
I trail my lips down her neck and over the valley between her breasts, licking and sucking the delicious flesh. All night her breasts have been driving me crazy, jiggling when she made the slightest movement. Her nipples stick out against the material, and I latch my lips around one through her thin shirt. She throws back her head in ecstasy.
Yanking down her top, I free the other breast and tweak it between my thumb and pointer finger. Her hips rock against mine, her arousal soaking the front of my pants.