"Still want to tell me it was nothing?" he murmured against my skin.

"You're impossible," I breathed.

"And yet." His hand slid around to my stomach, then lower. His fingers found my already wet pussy and I gasped, my palms flat against the wall. "Here we are."

He took his time. His fingers worked me slow and thorough, his mouth at my neck, until I was pressing back against him and past caring about anything else. When he finally pushed his cock inside me I arched away from the wall instinctively, my back curving, and he held my hip with one hand and kept me exactly where he wanted me....