She shakes her head. “What?”
“Suck on my finger. I want you to see how sweet and delicious you taste.”
“Noah,” she whines.
“Suck. On. My. Finger,” I command.
She nods as a lump travels down her throat.
I shove my middle finger into her mouth as her tongue dances around it with her eyes on me the entire time.
Jesus Christ.
She swallows, clearing her throat and licks her lips. Her gaze meets mine and I feel like I’m sinking into the ground.
Running my thumb across her lips, I kiss her hard and deep. I roll off her, threading my fingers into hers.
We both stare at the ceiling for a few moments.
She turns to me and smiles. “I’m out of breath.”
“You and me both.”
She gets off the bed, and walks over to her dresser. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go put on a new pair of underwear because you destroyed these,” she says as she holds them up to me.
I’m doing my best to ignore how hard I am from fingering her because seeing her fall apart was more than enough for me.
I sit closer to the front of the bed.
She opens the top drawer of her dresser, grabbing a pair of black underwear.
Before she can slide them up her legs, I stop her. “I’m going to need you to come closer.”
She crosses her arms. “Are you kidding me?”
“Come closer,” I demand.
She backs up, standing right in front of me, but I don’t do anything right away.
I can sense she’s starting to get annoyed because she’s huffing and her hands are resting on her hips. “Am I just going to stand here for the next hour? Or are you actual—” she yelps after I spank her hard on her ass.
“Sorry, I needed to get that out of my system.”
She rolls her eyes at me, turning back around and reaching for her underwear. Scooting off the bed, I place my hand on hers to stop her from putting them on.
“Hey, I’m totally capable of putting on my own underwear.” She narrows her eyes at me.
“Dani, your legs are wobbling like crazy. Let me help you.”
“Fine.” She licks her lips, placing her hands on my shoulders for support. She steps into her underwear and I bend down onto my knees, sliding them up her legs.
While I’m at it, I grab her bra and hand it to her. She puts it on and I hook it, so it stays in place.
“I love that you can dress and undress me.” She turns her body, pecking a kiss on my cheek.
I smile, kissing her forehead. “I love dressing and undressing you too.” I take a moment to study her. “Did you choose to wear these on purpose to torture me?” I ask, tugging on the fabric of her underwear.
She walks her fingers up to my chest. “My mission in life is to torture the hell out of you. If I’m being honest, I’ve completed my mission multiple times at this point.”