Page 53 of The Replay

Whatever he sees on me makes him relent.

"Just this once." His hands travel up the hills of my waist, until they cup my breasts.

"Last time."

Because maybe I am someone who can be selfish.

Now his fingers journey down my body. "Last time."

"Don't stop." I open a few extra buttons on his shirt. I need his skin. "I want you."

He unbuttons my pants. His eyes are locked on mine. One of his hands dives between underwear and the round of my belly, and my breath catches as soon as two fingers slide between my labia to find my clit.

"You're so wet," he says.

I put a hand on him. "You're so hard."

"Don't make me come."

"Why?" I rub my palm on his length, root to head, making circles at the end with the bottom of my hand. "You want me to edge you? You used to love that."

"Fucking hell." He rubs my clit. I moan. "Eventually we'll get out of here, and I'm wearing pants. Save me the embarrassment of a wet spot, for God's sake."

"I thought you were letting me use you." I whine. "For grounding."

"Right. That's what we're doing."

He pushes his hand forward. Two fingertips rim my entrance.

I shiver. "Too bad I don't have anything to tie your hands together with here."

"Don't start."

"Seeing you strain, your arms bound behind your back, while I rode your thigh or sucked you or rode you…"

"Jesus." He dips fingertips into me.

"You know, there are ways to make sure you won't leave this elevator with a wet spot."

"Mari."

"We can… fuck."

He stops. He heard the frustration in my voice. I cling to him, already missing the effect of his fingers on me.

"We already used the condom—" I start. "I didn't replace it—"

"We won't do more than this." He goes back to playing with me. "You'll leave this elevator walking on clouds."

I moan. His cock jerks under my palm, and I resume my work on him. The way he touches me intensifies, and I echo the change.

"Slow down. Please," he says.

I do, but he doesn't. I close my eyes. Blood rushes in my ears. It pools in my core. I clench on nothing.

"Dom. We didn't use condoms after a while. And I— I've been to the doctor— you must have been too— I'm fine without one if you— if you are. Is it fine?"

"It could be." He makes long passes of his fingers on my clit, to my entrance, where they hook before they return to the most sensitive spot. "But I still won't fuck you."