Kayla
I arched my back as his thumb worked my c**t with a steady, maddening rhythm, his fingers already deep inside me. "Damien, right there."
"You like that?" he murmured, his voice vibrating against my skin. "Feeling me take up all that space?"
"Yes," I breathed, rocking my hips against his hand. "But I’m tired of waiting."
"Greedy," he chuckled, though his eyes were dark with the same hunger. "You always want the finish line before we’ve even started the race."
"Can you blame me?" I reached behind me, my hand closing around his thick, pulsing length under the warm water. I heard him suck in a sharp breath as I began to stroke him. "When you're keeping this from me?"
"f**k, Kayla," he groaned, his forehead dropping against my shoulder. "Keep that up and we aren't leaving this tub."
