Though Chastity tried to keep her hand on him, keep teasing him, she was completely distracted when he undid her pants and tugged them down to her thighs. For a second, it seemed like everything around her went gray and the only thing she felt was Barty's fingers, pressing against her hot slick center and sliding inside of her. Where before heat had sizzled over her skin it now slammed through her as her hips rocked forward hard against his hand. She could feel her heart racing, could feel her desire for him pulsing through her body. Months and months of aching for him had all built up to this one point and it was so exquisitely intense that she almost came undone then and there.
She certainly went mindless in his arms, lost in a haze of pleasure-pain as Barty's fingers stroked within her and his teeth nipped at her breasts, her nipples, her neck, everywhere. She was bruised, her skin broken, and she knew for days she'd be feeling him on her skin, feeling the way he'd claimed her body, remembering the sound of her name on his lips. Later she'd lay in bed and find every mark he'd left on her, tracing them with her fingertips, remembering.
But right now she was on fire for him, aching for more because as perfect as this was it wasn't enough. She needed him between her legs, buried in her, making her forget every man she'd ever been with and taking her to a point she knew she would never achieve in the same way with anyone else. "Barty!" She cried his name out as she used the wall against her back to rock against his hand, her fingers slipping up to cup the back of his hand. Gripping his hair she tugged his head back, making him meet her gaze. Her eyes were dark with passion and desire and her voice was rough and needy as she said, "Barty. Please." Chastity had never begged anyone before, but she was begging him. Only he could do this to her. Her hand slipped down between them, past where he was stroking within her, finding his trousers and gripping him again as she pleaded, "I need you."