“Addie.”
“I missed you too,” she said, kissing down my neck. “You’re not the only one who gets to prove it.”
Her hand moved between my legs, and I sucked in a breath.
She smiled against my skin. “You’re soaked.”
“Because I’ve had you in my mouth.”
“Good.”
Her fingers moved over me slowly, teasing.
“Don’t.”
“I thought you liked when I took my time.”
“Not after missing you for three days.”
She laughed softly and pushed two fingers inside me.
My head fell back against the pillows. “Fuck.”
“That better?”
“Yes.”
She kissed me as her hand began to move. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down against my thigh.
Her breath caught.
“That feel good?”
She nodded, already rocking against me. “So good.”
“You’re so good at this,” I breathed. “I love the way you fuck me, Addie.”
“I love fucking you.” Her fingers curled inside me. “You feel so good around my fingers.”
I moaned, my hips lifting into her hand. “Do that again.”
She did, harder this time.
“Fuck, yes.”
Addison rocked faster against my thigh while her fingers moved inside me. I held her hips and watched her use me, both of us falling into the same rhythm. It was hard to kiss. Hard to breathe. Hard to do anything but hold on.
Her forehead dropped against mine.
“I’m close again,” she whispered.
“So am I.”
My body tightened around her fingers. She moved faster, her hips grinding harder against my thigh as her breath broke against my mouth.
“Come with me,” she said.
I slid my hand between us and touched her where she was pressed against me.