My Version

I yelped, my body jerking forward, but his grip on my hip kept me steady.

"I never said you could speak, though," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. The dark amusement in his voice made my thighs clench, anticipation buzzing through me.

His hand moved lower, fingers stroking through my slick folds. The contact was light, teasing, and my hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more.

"Look at that," he murmured, his tone low and appreciative. "You're desperate for me, aren't you?"

His fingers brushed over my clit, the touch so fleeting it was maddening. My hips jerked forward again, chasing the pressure, but he pulled back just enough to keep me on edge.

"Patience, Mama," he chided softly, sliding his fingers lower until they circled my entrance. He gave me the faintest taste of what I craved, pressing the tip of one finger inside before retreating.