He shifts above me, his own need evident in the tense set of his jaw, in the way his hips press into mine. The towel is gone now, lost somewhere in the tangle of sheets. His cock, hard and heavy, rests against my thigh.
"Fuck me, Vega. Please."
The words are a ragged whisper, torn from my throat. They hang in the air between us, a desperate, aching plea. My heart is a frantic drum against my ribs, my skin is flushed and oversensitive everywhere his body isn't touching mine. Which is everywhere. I need him everywhere.
Vega just smiles, a slow, predatory curl of his lips that sends a fresh jolt of heat straight to my core. His hands are firm on my thighs, keeping me pinned to the edge of the bed. He'd dragged me here moments ago, his strength effortless, his intention clear. He was going to take his time with me. With a tug he pulls off my shorts.
