Page 18 of His to Keep

“Sweet thing, can I touch you here?” I murmured to her, letting my fingers dance across the exposed lace again. Where I knew she was hot and wet for me.

Her nod was immediate, and my fingers skimmed lower to cup that heat, my fingertips so close to where we both wanted them. I could feel the perfect heat of her there, and I couldn’t wait to slip my fingers into her panties and press deep.

“Christ, Whitney, you are…” I took a breath, trying to rein in the control that was quickly slipping through my fingers. I wanted to take her now, to let her ride me here and now until we were both worn out and shaking, and then fall into bed to do it all over again. “You’re perfection.”

Her breathing hitched, and she ground down on me. “Stop messing around. I need to feel you.”

I smirked, curling my fingers up and into her softness, feeling the wet pull of her body as she responded with a jerk of her hips. Her body clenched around my fingers, and for a moment, I stilled, letting her body grip me.

“I can’t wait to feel this tight pussy grip my cock. Can you imagine? All of this—” I arched my body as much as I could, rubbing my hard-on against her again “—deep, deep inside you.”

She shuddered, her body rolling against the small amount of pleasure my fingertips were giving her.

“Do you still want more?”

Whitney pushed back, her eyes wild and dark. “I want it all.”

I grunted as I thrust two fingers deep, feeling the pulsing squeeze of her body around mine. “With this tight little body?” I chuckled, pulling out and thrusting into her again. Her head fell back, long blonde hair draping over her shoulders. “There’s no way you’ll be able to take me like this. This pussy would strangle my cock right now. And not that I wouldn’t love every second, but we should probably focus on getting you loose enough to take me.”

“Oh God,” Whitney mumbled, her body pressing down onto my fingers, attempting to fuck herself on them as I pushed up into her time after time.

“What do you think?” I leaned in, licking up her neck. “Are you ready to be mine?”

She nodded, her head falling forwards until it rested against my shoulder. I thought for a moment I had pushed too far, but with a groan, she quickly picked up the pace again. Rocking against my fingers, rolling her lower body against my hips. My thumb found the eager little bud begging for my attention and circled it gently.

“Easy, beautiful,” I crooned at her, thrusting my fingers up into her again and again, my other hand braced lightly on her hips. My fingers spread so I could feel the curve of her hip and the beginning of that little bump all at once.

She was shaking her head, even as she continued to press against my shoulder. “I need this,” she whispered. “I need you.”

“I know. You’re making the prettiest mess on my lap…” I curled my fingers inside her, feeling the delightful flutter of what I knew had to be her orgasm. It was just out of reach. I turned my head, brushing a kiss over her ear as I leaned in. “What is your answer, Whitney? Are you ready to be mine?”

Whitney’s body quaked against me, and I curled my fingers again. Her head fell back as her hips turned wild against mine. She nodded.

“Then come for me. Let me feel you on me.”

“Oh God,” she cried out, her fingers gripping my collar as she moved frantically against me, riding out her orgasm and the waves of pleasure squeezing my fingers. I worked her through his, using my thumb to drag every bit of pleasure from her.

I turned to press a soft kiss to her hair, loving how she suddenly relaxed against me, completely limp. “Good girl,” I whispered.

“I want to answer your question.”

I didn’t try to hide the tension in my body as I gently pulled my hands free and settled them on her back, tracing the ridges in her back.

I couldn’t find the voice to respond, so I waited.

“I’ve been yours for a while, haven’t I?” She shuffled against me, her legs clenching on the outside of my lap. “But thank you for giving me the time to figure it out for myself.”

I smiled into her hair, my body still aching but secretly thrilled.

Mine.

Yes, of course I knew she was. But now she was coming around to the idea.

For now, I would take that as a win.

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Whitney

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