The Billionaire And The Waitress (gxg)

52 - a wraith

THE bedsheets tangled around her legs, her hips. Soft silk against her skin, beneath her knees. She didn't know how she'd gotten into this position. She dimly remembered breakfast with Grey and Sherry. But the room was dark, shadows creased in the corners of their suite. The night breeze kissed her face, her lips. Nothing else mattered except this moment.

     Adrien let out a moan, her face shimmering with sweat. Muse was straddled over her, holding her legs apart with her thighs. 

     "Muse," Adrien whispered.

     "You're so good, baby," Muse said, leaning over her. Her hand was between her legs. Slick wetness against her fingertips. 

     Soft and breathless. "Muse, please." 

     "What do you want?"

      Adrien shook her head stubbornly, squirming beneath her. She twisted her fists into the bedsheets, arching her back off the bed. "Muse." 

     "I like it when you say my name like that, baby." Muse stroked her fingers faster between Adrien's legs. "All whiny."

      "Fuck you," Adrien gasped, squeezing her eyes shut. She dug her fingers harder into the blankets. Even in the dim light, Muse could see the faint redness atop her cheekbones. "I hate you."

      "That wasn't very nice." Muse stopped touching her. "I think you should say sorry."

      "Oh, fuck." Adrien arched her hips off the bed, trying to push her wetness against Muse's hand to no avail.

      Muse used her thighs to pin her down harder. "You know what I want."

      Adrien let out a soft, strangled moan. "Sorry. Sorry." 

     "And?"

     "Fuck, Muse."

      "You're so stubborn, baby." Muse began touching her again. Adrien's eyes rolled back. She waited until her breathing became stuttered, her moans higher, and she withdrew her hand as Adrien's face tightened, legs shaking. 

     "Muse," Adrien moaned again. "Oh, my god."

      Muse brushed her fingertips softly against her, too light of a touch. "What's wrong, Adrien?"

     "You're torturing me."

     "You know what you have to say, my love."

     Muse brushed between her thighs again. Adrien moaned. Her jaw clenched, a dim light shining on the smooth column of her neck. Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly.

     "I bet that feels so good, doesn't it?"

     Adrien nodded, her eyes still squeezed shut. She tried lifting her hips against Muse's hand, but Muse only pressed down harder on her legs. Keeping them apart. 

     "I know, baby. I know it does. I bet you want to come really bad."

     Adrien nodded again, desperation cording the lines in her forearms, her neck. 

     "You know what you have to say to me then, don't you?"

     "Muse." 

     Muse brought her again to that edge, until Adrien's legs shook uncontrollably beneath her, her breathing harsh in the air between them. Then she removed her hand.

      Adrien whimpered, the sound almost like a cry.

     "Please," she said, her voice breaking.