Well, Actually

by Mazey Eddings

“I want you to keep touching me,” I choke out. Rylie laughs again. “That’s a given, sweetheart. You feel too good to stop.” A broken groan falls out of me, my body bucking beneath him, and I bite my lip. Rylie pulls back, eyes roving over me until they glint with knowing, his dimple popping out as he smiles. “Do you like that, Eva? Do you like me telling you how fucking perfect you are?” Another gasp betrays me, every cell in my body sparking to life under the coarse rumble of his words. Rylie’s grin is downright sinful, and my heart pounds in my chest as he leans to my ear, lips ghosting across my cheeks along the way. “You do. You like it. Now keep being a good girl and tell me how rough you want me to be with this beautiful fucking body of yours. I’ll give you anything you want, you just have to ask.” He bites the lobe and my back bows. “Jesus fucking Christ, please just touch me,” I nearly scream, grabbing his gentle, roving hand and thrusting it between my legs. The pressure soothes me for a second, but only one, because Rylie snatches his touch away, gripping my hip instead. Quick like a bullet he’s up on his knees, using them to force my legs wider as his other hand grabs my inner thigh then hooks behind my knee, spreading me for him. He stares for a moment, then licks his lips, eyes tracing up my torso to lock with mine. “I’m starving, baby. Let me taste you instead.” I garble out something close to please, my head falling back. Rylie reaches past me, snatching a p...