As he switches back and forth between fingering me and rubbing my clit, he starts to move faster. My head presses into the pillow, and I moan softly. It feels incredible, like he knows exactly where to touch to make me putty in his hands, and he uses it to his advantage. “Hayes,” I beg, needing more. Needing him. “Please.” “Please what, Laiken?” he asks. I try to arch into his hand, but he lets up on the pressure. “Nuh-uh. Use your words.” “Fuck me,” I breathe. “I want you to fuck me.” He slows down as he leans forward and kisses me. “Not tonight, baby. Tonight, I want to love you.”
