“I said naked, Lilly.”
She begins sliding her pants down—and with every inch of skin revealed, my need skyrockets.
“I’m not afraid of you,” she says like she’s trying to convince herself more than me.
“I know you’d never hurt me.”
“I won’t hurt you, but I’ll take you. All of you.”
“I don’t care,” she says without backing down. “I can be what you need. I already know you like to take control—and I like when you do. I love how you take charge.”
“Fuck, Lilly.” It’s so fucking hard to hold back the adrenaline coursing through me. Afraid of losing control, I go with what I’ve used with other women. “Turn off the light. I don’t need to see you.”
My harsh words seem to catch her off-guard, but she’s not giving up. After looking at me for a long moment, she walks to the lamp, turns it off—then flicks it back on a few seconds later. “No.”
“No?”
“I’m here, Amos. I’ll give you anything you ask, but you’ll know it’s me with you.
I won’t be just another woman you’ve fucked.”
“I never said you were.”
“Then why are you treating me like one? Right now, I hate you a little. But I miss you too.”
“I don’t need words,” I say, trying to keep her from getting deeper under my skin.
“I touched myself last night, thinking about everything you do to me.”
Fuck.
“You want to drive me insane, don’t you? See how far you can push me?”
“You didn’t know I touched myself thinking of you?” she continues her sweet torture. “You make me so crazy when you kiss me here,” she says, lightly tracing the blonde curls between her thighs.
“Sit on the edge of the bed. Spread your legs—and part your pussy lips. I want to see you.”
She finally wavers—almost losing her nerve—but she recovers quickly. That’s my girl—my most delicious fantasy come true. After a few seconds of hesitation, she asks, “Tell me what you want. Anything, and I’ll do it.”
“Touch your pussy and tell me if you’re wet.”
She obeys, shyly.
I clench my fists at my sides, watching her open herself, rubbing her clit. Even from here, I can see her slick juices glistening like hot honey.
“Oh God,” she moans.
I swallow hard as her legs begin to tremble. She’s just as turned on as I am.
“Does this turn you on?” I ask, undoing my jeans to match her movements. “The thought of showing yourself to your man—does that get you off?”
“Yes. I love when you look at me.”
My desire is almost painful now. She knows exactly which buttons to press. She leans back, spreading her legs wide open.
I can’t remember ever wanting a woman this badly. Her moans almost make me come—and I grip my cock in response.
“Open your eyes. Look at what you do to me,” I say.
