I reached up, my hand sliding under the crimson silk to capture her breast again, squeezing the soft weight of it while my thumb flicked over the stiff nipple. Every time our bodies collided, a small, broken sound escaped her throat—a mix of a moan and a plea. I could feel her internal muscles starting to twitch, that familiar, electric tension building in the air between us.
"You're the best thing in this penthouse, you know that?" I said, my hands moving to her waist to steady her as I increased the power behind every strike. "Better than the view, better than the money. Just you, right here."
"Evan... oh god, Evan," she gasped, her head tossing back as she gripped my forearms for dear life. "I'm right on the edge. It's too much... it's so much..."
"Take it, Jas. Take every bit of it," I urged, my own pulse thundering in my ears. I shifted my thumb over her clit, rubbing with a fast, heavy pressure that made her entire frame shudder. "Show me how much you want this."
