Page 22 of Green Flag
He wouldn’t get past them. As much as I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from begging for the touch.
He landed my hand over them and his hold slipped further down to the two fingers he slid over my slit. “What do you prefer, Everly?” he asked gruffly in my ear. His voice tingled down to my throbbing pussy. “Your delicate fingers to rub against your clit or to gently pulse in your pussy?”
I swallowed, hoping he’d take those fingers and use them to push my panties to the side.
“Or not so gentle?”
My breath caught as my fingers pressed to my clit through the lace.
“Mm,” he groaned. “Do you play or fuck yourself with your fingers, Everly?”
Lately, I’d been so bored and disgusted with myself that I’d hardly even call it playing. It had been a habit.
“Do you cry into your pillow to muffle the sound or let it all free?”
I was openly panting now, breaths catching as the speed of our fingers increased, the friction of my underwear against my clit torturous. I needed more. Skin on skin.
“Do you come so hard your legs shake? So hard you’re left gasping? So strongly that you leave a mess on your sheets? A dirty reminder of how fucking bad you are?”
Friction. Give me friction. I was grinding, rolling my hips to get my fingers to lift just an inch higher to get under my panties.
“Because, Everly,” he moaned, deep in the back of his throat. The vibration ran through me as he picked up the pace, more pressure than before, holding me tighter, an arm around my waist. I couldn’t get under my panties if I tried. “You’re so bad that you’re writhing against my cock because you’re so impatient.”
“Please,” I gasped.
“You’re so fucking bad, not letting me touch you when you want me to.” His grip on my hip tightened. “When I’ve been hard for overan hour. But you could beg me now and I wouldn’t fuck you.”
If it was between me getting under my knickers or him… There was something so hot about how he guided me, how he denied me now. I was so close to coming by the mere thought of it.
“Why… why not?”
I tried to distract him, looking over my shoulder so his lips brushed my cheek as I moved our hands to my pantyline.
“Because you said no,” he said, his blue eyes intense on mine. His breath was deep, my body moving with his exhale. “Because you always want what you can’t have.”
His brow raised as I finally slid our fingers beneath the lace. Greedily, desperately, I pulled us down to touch myself. I gasped in relief as I made contact with just how wet I was.
He let me take control, his hand following mine as I let loose. He peppered kisses down my neck as I writhed against him, finally able to get the friction I needed.
“Because I want you to want me.”
My moan was almost a whimper as I came so violently I was rocking in his hold, my free hand reaching behind me to hold onto him. The waves were relentless, my legs trembling from the impact. As much as it was my fingers, it was his words, his guidance, that made my body uncontrollable, a sweat breaking over my forehead as I gripped his shoulder. He held my hand as he talked me through it.
“That’s it,” he purred. “Teach me. Show me what you like. See? You can be a good girl too. Make a mess on my sheets. Come, Everly.”
It took far longer than usual for my breaths to settle as I collapsed into his chest, but with my fingers weak, he retook control, continuing the circles in my clit from earlier. I was so sensitive, yet exhausted from the violent orgasm, that my moans were shallow and constant.
“I want you to come again,” he said and I despised that it wasn’t his touch against me, but still my own as he moved my fingers. This man’s restraint was otherwordly. “Selfishly, I want to be the one to make you come. But I won’t touch you.”
In his hold, I turned to kiss him. Slow tongues mirrored our slow movements as my fingers held no power. It was all his.
“You know I won’t, so I feel I can say it… I want to fuck you, Everly. Whether it’s with my fingers or cock. I want to hear you come again.”
His movements quickened and I was overcome with the pleasure sprinting in my veins as I came again, this time grunting in his mouth.
I lay back on him, breathing and looking over my heaving chest to see our hands in my underwear from how my dress had ridden up.
“Do you want more?” he asked eagerly.
