Page 72 of Being Us (Next Generation 4)

I sighed, threw my head back, and undulated my hips against his hand.

He chuckled, the sound dark and inviting. “I want to watch you tremble.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“I want to watch your thighs shake. I want to be with you. In any way that you’ll have me.”

I looked at him then, not realizing I had closed my eyes. “I want you. But…”

“What?” He kissed my nose, slipping his fingers lower and slowly thrusting them inside me.

“Is this too fast?”

“My fingers are deep inside you, baby.” He pushed his face into the crook of my neck. “We can stop.”

“We can?” I leaned back, glancing down at his waist.

He followed my gaze before looking back up at my face. “Just because my fingers are inside you and my cock is fucking hard, doesn’t mean anything. You say no and that’s it. No questions asked.” He pinched my chin. “I won’t take you until you tell me it’s okay.”

“Take me?” I repeated, grabbing onto his wrist and pushing his fingers deeper into me.

“Sex, Busy. I won’t fuck you until you give me the go-ahead.”

“Well I think we’ve moved past that.” I sighed when he started pumping his hand between my legs.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman but fucking hell, Busy. You make me want to sin.”

I laughed lightly. “I like when you’re unraveled. And I like when you’re not a gentleman.”

“With you, Busy.” He kissed my forehead. “I will always be a gentleman.”

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I spread my legs. “Please make me come.”

His dark eyes burned into me, his hand picking up speed.

I whimpered, rocking my hips back and forth. “God, Tanner.”

“That’s it, baby.” He nipped my jaw. “Let’s get this body nice and wet.” He pulled his fingers from my pussy and ran them over the tiny bundle of nerves.

A shock wave of pleasure slammed into me.

Brushing his bangs off his forehead, I covered his mouth with mine.

When he said that he wouldn’t have sex with me without me saying that it was okay, it made me wonder if something had happened to him. A heavy weight sat in the pit of my stomach at the thought.

“Tanner.” I moaned.

“That’s it, beautiful girl.” His mouth found the side of my throat. “Christ, you’re fucking soaked.”

My thighs shook. “Faster.”

His fingers pushed and rubbed, sliding back and forth over my swollen clit.

“Please.”

Before I knew what was happening, Tanner shoved me onto my back and ran his hand back and forth over my clit in quick moves.

I cried out. “God, yes.”

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