Page 131 of The Score

She nods, her eyes closing from pleasure. She writhes under me, seeking more friction, driving me wild.

"Then fuck me, Bear. I need you more than— more of you."

I don't know if her arousal got her confused, or I'm the one confused, because that sounded like she thinks she needs me more than I need her. Except that's impossible. I need her endlessly.

A craving for her hollows me, pains me, showing me how readily I'd break for her. If it is about needing, I have her beat.

I get on my knees and undo the button of my shorts. She watches me with hunger in her eyes.

"More, you say?" I push the garment down, but not all the way.

"Hurry," she says.

It's time I showherwhat I'm willing to do. I drop to her again. I crush my mouth to hers. She pushes my shorts down with her hands and, when that's not enough, her feet help her. Her efforts make me feel needed too, so I let her handle my clothing with the most basic of help. Despite the work she's put in, I'm still in my underwear.

"I'm going to need your cock in me asap," she says.

I kiss her again. "I'm not strong enough to keep resisting you."

"Then don't." She rolls her hips under me. "Are you trying to make me desperate again?"

"Yes. Always."

She pushes me away, before taking my hand and placing it a smidge to the side of her breast. Right on top of her heart.

"Can you feel that?" she asks.

I can. The drumming under my palm takes my breath away.

"Yes." My answer comes out soft.

"You got what you wanted."

My heart mirrors her. It bangs against my breastbone, free to do as it pleases in a moment like this. It is out of its cell, demanding to be included.

I didn't see it happen.

"You're asking me for more." I gulp. "Meanwhile, I want to give you everything."

It's a confession. Further proof that what I worried about could happen any second.

She doesn't hear it for what it is.

"Give me everything," she says. "Here. Outside. Like I wanted. Just this time."

I kiss her jaw, make a path to her neck, then to her collarbones. In our recent explorations, I've learned this is one of the sweetest spots to kiss. Why, I have no idea, but I do it again anyway.

"Come on." She runs her fingers through my hair. "I'm not asking this time. I'm telling you. Free that dick and give it to me."

I kiss down her chest, the valley down the middle, and the top of her belly. One of her breasts is still covered in lace and, in my state, that seems unfair. I hook a finger on the edge of the cup and pull. This time, it's my mouth that plays with it.

She moans. "Leon Karlsen."

My name on her lips has me leaking precum.

She pulls at my hair until I'm locking eyes with her. "How dare you tell me to demand what I want, if you're not going to do it the moment the words leave my mouth?"

I smirk. Or I smile, I'm not sure. I like this much better than any pleading.