“Yes.”
He gently tugs my biker shorts down and tosses them aside.
“Do you want this?” He runs his same two fingers lightly between my legs, lightly rubbing the dampened fabric of my panties. “Yeah, I think you do.”
A soft moan and an answer to his question escapes my lips as I spread my legs a bit further apart.
“Yes.”
Bronx continues rubbing my clit through the cotton fabric as he slowly stands, using the other hand to lift my shirt even higher. The fabric gets caught underneath one of my breasts, but then it pops out as he tugs the fabric up and over.
Suddenly, his fingers move underneath the elastic of one of the leg openings of my underwear and find my hot and wet center. He continues stroking my engorged nub and bends his mouth to my ear.
“Will you come for me, Karma?”
Bronx asks a question that I think he’s expecting a genuine answer to, but I feel like I’m going to fumble my words. I’m not used to all of these questions during sex. Ray and I are silent during the whole thing except for a few satisfied grunts from him when it’s over. I don’t think anyone has ever asked me a question that they were actually expecting me to answer in the middle of it.
His fingers move with precision around my clit, bringing me closer to a release.
“Are you about to come?”
“I… am. Yes, I am.”
He immediately removes his hand from inside my panties and I gasp from the sudden abandonment. Before I can protest, his eyes stare hungrily at my exposed nipples.
“Raise your arms,” he commands.
He pulls my t-shirt over my head and tosses it clear across the room. When he steps back to stare at me, a devilish smirk spreads across his gorgeous face.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Karma.”
My eyes drop to the grown.
“Look at me,” he demands.
“I said you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Go over to my chair and take a seat.”
I stare at him silently for a moment, wondering how far he’s going to take this seduction of me. I feel like a rookie playing in an all-star game. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m still excited that I’m in the game.
“Go ahead,” he urges.
I walk over to his armchair and climb into it.
“Lift one of your legs and prop it on the side. I want you open for my pleasure so that I can look at your wet pussy. I like to watch.”
His dirty words embarrass me yet thrill me simultaneously. I do what he says and watch him lick his lips with every order obeyed.
“Now take your hand and slide your panties over on one side.”
“Bronx–“
“Is that a no?”
I nod my head silently. I want to keep going. I’m just a little scared.
