“What do you mean?” He shifted against her, pinning her hips with his, enjoying her gasp. “Tell me what to do. Fingers only. Not tasting you now.” He nuzzled her neck. “That’s for later, when I have hours to devour you.” “Slow doesn’t do it for me. I need fast.” She licked her lips, flashing a hint of her tongue. “Rough.” “Eyes on the glass.” He moved back down her body and pried her legs open, inhaling deeply at the swollen pink flesh that awaited him. He couldn’t wait to savor every bit of her. “Don’t look at me,” he commanded when she sneaked another glance. “Look at the mirror. If I go off track, use those pretty little lips and tell me. Can you do that?” “Yes.” He hiked up her thigh and drove his fingers in deep, two this time. She moaned as he pushed them in and out, releasing her leg so that he could use his other hand to hold her open.
