Chapter 2: "No More Games" The air is electric, thick with want. I hold his gaze—dark, hungry—as my fingers hook into the delicate lace at my hips. A slow, deliberate tug. The fabric stretches, then snaps free with a whisper against my skin. Bare now except for the stockings, I trail my hands up my body—palming my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, arching into my own touch just to watch his jaw tighten. Then lower, fingertips skating down my stomach, dipping between my thighs with a sigh. "You just gonna watch?" I murmur, circling my clit lazily. "Or you wanna help?" A groan rips from his chest. I’m slick, already wet for him, and the way my fingers glisten as I work myself—slow, then faster—has him gripping the sheets. "That’s it," I coax, biting my lip as my hips roll into my hand. "Imagine it’s you. Imagine how bad I want you inside me." My breath hitches, my other hand pinching a nipple, twisting just enough to make me gasp. "God, you’d feel so good..." He’s up in an instant, but I shove him back with a foot to his chest, laughing breathlessly. "Ah-ah. I’m not done." My fingers plunge deeper, curling just right, my thighs trembling. "You like seeing me like this? Desperate?" A whimper escapes me as I rub tight circles, my back bowing off the bed. "All yours... just... fuck—"
