"Talk to me, baby."
"I want you," I choked, breathless, my words tumbling out in a plea. "I want your fingers, I want your mouth, I want you to f**k me like you're hungry to hear your name from my lips." My hands tugged at his hair for emotional support because he was wrecking me.
"I want…" He swallowed all my cries, trapping my sounds in the lock of our mouths.
"Ahh..." I moaned into the kiss as his fingers slipped inside me again, curling and exploring with purposeful mastery.
"Me inside you," he broke the kiss and finished for me, lips grazing mine softly. "Until you can't remember your own name."
"Yes," I gasped, tears of need pooling in my eyes. "Yes, please."
The look he gave me then was pure possession, dark hunger wrapped in… love.
"Good girl," he whispered a
