Page 121 of Cinder
“Jesus. Yes, ma’am.”
I pull out, guiding her onto her stomach and nudging her legs apart with my knee. My left hand splays across her lower back, and my right slips beneath to toy with her still-sensitive clit.
In the dim light, she catches sight of the wall mirror angled beside the dresser, and her eyes widen at the view of herself. A hungry sound leaves her throat.
“Next time, we leave the light on,” I rasp, sinking into her, “and you can watch yourself come on my cock.”
Penny sucks in a breath, and her head bows. She buries her face in the pillow, a louder sound escaping this time.
“Ah-ah,” I taunt, thrusting shallow. “You want me to fuck you, you gotta be quiet.”
She nods frantically, biting the pillow before raising her head. I move my hand from her shoulder and slide my finger into her mouth. Her eyes flutter, and she groans around it.
“Yeah,” I rasp. “That’s better. Keep it there.”
I pull almost all the way out, and she makes a desperate, choked noise.
“Please,” she pants. “Deeper.”
“Like this?” I slam back in.
She bites down on my finger, her body clenching around me.
“Or like this?” I fuck her faster, hips meeting soft skin with muted slaps.
In the mirror, I catch the way our bodies join again and again.
“Look at you,” I murmur, leaning into her ear. “Trying so hard to stay quiet while I fuck you like this.”
She pushes her ass back to meet me thrust for thrust, her back arching high up toward me as the pleasure peaks.
“Take it, baby, take every inch.”
My hands move to her front, one kneading at her nipple, the other moving to roll her clit, and the sounds trapped in her throat turn feral.
“Evan…God, I’m so close.”
“Yeah?” I grind deeper, voice rough at her ear. “You gonna do it for me?”
“Yes, yesss, I’m gonna—”
I pinch her clit lightly and grind deep. “Come for me.”
She breaks around me, the sound tearing out of her before she can stop it, and it’s the best thing I’ve heard all night. My teeth catch her shoulder to smother my own groan as I fall off the edge and come hard, too.
We stay still for a moment, panting under our own releases, then collapse sideways in a heap. My head turns to look at her, taking in her messed hair and flushed cheeks and her wet, pink lips.
“Color, baby?”
“Is there something greener than green?”
My hand reaches out, gripping her chin and tugging her into a slow kiss.
“Fucking love the way you sound when you come.”
She hums. “I’m usually pretty loud.”
I push up, tying off the condom and tossing it in the bin before looking back at her.
