“Again.”
“Phoenix,” she says in a breathy voice.
“One more time for good measure.”
“Touch me.”
That’s not my name, but I can roll with that.
“I am touching you, kitten.”
“I––I want more,” she says.
“You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“Touch my…” Her eyes lift to the ceiling.
“Tell me.”
“Touch my pussy.”
“That’s what I’m doing.”
It would’ve been presumptuous of me to peg her, but I’m guessing my assumptions are correct. She doesn’t have that much experience.
“No, not like that,” she says.
“Ask and you shall receive.”
“My… my clit.”
“Better. Now ask like a good girl.”
“Please, touch my clit.”
“I didn’t hear my name in that sentence.”
“Jesus, you’re such an ass––”
She gasps when I put pressure against her pussy by lifting my hips.
“The sooner you give me what I want, kitten, the sooner I’ll return the favor.”
“Phoenix, please, touch my clit.”
A feral groan escapes my lips in reply.
I resume my assault on her mouth as I slide her panties to the side.
She’s soaking wet.
She widens her legs and gasps when I drag a finger through her drenched pussy. There’s no going back the second her desire coats my fingers.
Fuck, yeah.
Her heady scent flirts with my nostrils, and my mouth waters for more than I’m allowed to take. I’d be lying to myself if I said I’m not dying to take everything from her. Is it a mistake to confuse things between us by taunting her this way? Yes, I can’t deny it. Should I draw a line in the sand? Probably. Do I care? Not at this particular moment in time. My desire to tame the dragon inside her supersedes common sense.
Fuck, I want her.
