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“Fucking hell,” he grunts. “I thought you’d never ask.”

When Winter slips his hand down my body and teases me over the fabric of my underwear, I’m sure it won’t take much to send me over the edge. My entire body is already electrified—a single spark, and I’ll explode.

“You’re so wet.” He palms me over my panties, his voice low with desire. “Is this all for me, Sunshine? Is this how much you want me?”

I nod, unable to trust my mouth to make any sounds other than moans.

He hooks a finger on the edge of my underwear and pulls it to the side, exposing my glistening pussy to his skillful hand. With one finger, he teases my entrance, sliding up to coat my clit in my own wetness.

“Oh,” I pant. “Oh, God. Yes, right there.”

“Is this good?” I can’t answer him, I’m too lost in the feeling of his finger on me, the sensations running through my entire body. “Sunshine, I need words.”

“Good,” I manage to say.

His smug smirk tells me he’s all too satisfied with himself. He’s drunk on the power he holds over my body, but right now I don’t have it in me to care. He can have all the power he wants, as long as he keeps making me feel this good.

And he does. He circles in an increasing rhythm exactly where I need him too. When he notices I’m almost there, he slows the pace, leaving me hanging, my orgasm just out of reach.

“Fuck it, Winter. Don’t you dare stop now.”

His response comes quickly.

He inserts two fingers in me, bending them to hit just the right spot. His thumb keeps working my clit, circling until I’m gasping, my back arching off the couch, my thighs closing, pressing on both side of his hips.

I can already feel that delicious tingling sensation at the base of my spine, as I ride his fingers unabashedly.

“Come for me, Sunshine. Don’t hold back.”

Just like that, my body responds to his command, and I fly over the edge. Waves of pleasure rolling into me as I cry his name, my entire body shaking as Winter’s fingers keep working me through the waves of pleasure that don’t seem to ever end.

When my body finally stops trembling, he pulls his hand away, bringing them up to suck his fingers clean, and I’m about to explode again at the mere sight of him feasting on the evidence of my pleasure.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, lowering his body onto mine, the sweet pressure of his weigh helping me regulate my still erratic breathing.

“What?” I ask into his mouth, as he presses a series of kisses on my lips.

“I’m ruined.” He kisses my temple. “Sunshine, you’ve ruined me.” He kisses my jaw. “Whenever you say my name,” he says in a low voice, dripping of desire, “from now on, all I’ll be able to think is this moment right now. You crying my name as I make you cum with just my fingers.”

I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him to me. He lowers his lips to plant kisses on the place my neck meets my shoulder, then he simply lays his head on my chest.

“Would you rather me call you Davis instead?” I tease.

He snap up so quickly, I laugh.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Chapter 21

Winter insists on taking me home after we spend some time cuddling on his couch. I’m not shy about telling him I want to stay, describing all the things I still want to do with him.

I see he’s struggling, but he still tells me it’s better I go.

“Why?” I ask like a child who’s been denied a candy.

“Because,” he says against my mouth. He sucks on my lower lip slightly then kisses it better. “I don’t want to rush this.”

“I do,” I say, but he just chuckles and slaps my ass after pulling me up the couch. “No,” I whine and try to pull him back to the couch, but he’s too strong and I can’t move him in the slightest.

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