She watched him with a hooded gaze. They were so close that she nearly cried out to beg for it. The feeling of him so close, brushing against her felt insanely good. She was certain there was no one out there that could make every inch of her ache like this. She couldn’t help but squirm against him to try to encourage him inside. The way his hand rubbed against her clit was nearly enough to push her over the edge in itself.
She didn’t hesitate to turn onto her stomach. She knew what he wanted as she held herself on all fours, opening her legs for him. She turned her head enough to gaze back at him as if daring him to follow through with it. Her lips twisted into a wicked smile.
“Satisfied?” she asked him.
She wasn't quite sure how he always did it. As much as she bitched, she was glad he made her blood boil like this. She would have been concerned if no one did. He was the only one. He had to know it.