Page 240 of Say My Name

“Elena.”

“I said I'm tired.” Her hands slide down my chest. “I didn't say I want to sleep.”

I’m already hard by the time she reaches my belt.

“That’s an important distinction.” Her eyes are dark, the pupils dilated.

“I thought so.” My voice is rougher than I intend.

Elena takes my hand and leads me upstairs.

She checks the monitor inside our bedroom, turns up the volume, and sets it on the nightstand.

The baby remains asleep.

Elena turns to me, her eyes dark in the low light. “I want you.”

No excuse. No practical reason she can hide behind. She asks because she wants me. My cock hardens as I cross the room and cup the back of her neck.

“Tell me how.” The words are a command, but my whole body is asking a question. “Let me give you exactly what you want.”

Her lips part, but I kiss her before she answers. I start slowly. She wants more than gentle. She fists my shirt, pulling me closer until there’s no room for restraint.

She reaches between us and grips me through my pants.

“Fuck, Elena.”

“I want this off.”

I catch the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. She watches my hands move to my belt.

“No,” she says.

I stop.

Her eyes lift to mine. “Let me.”

I lower my hands.

She opens the buckle while watching my face. She knows the effect she’s having, and she wants to see how long I’ll let her draw it out.

I wait until my pants and boxer briefs hit the floor.

Elena wraps her hand around my cock and strokes me once from base to tip.

My stomach tightens and my hips push into her grip.

My voice is rough. “You’ve been thinking about this.”

“During the second bedtime story.”

“You were reading about a rabbit.”

“It was a very long story.” I laugh, the sound rough. Her, cool and composed while reading about a rabbit and thinking about this—it’s going to undo me.

I catch her wrist when she strokes me again. “Your clothes.”

Her eyes brighten. “That sounded like an order.”