“Yes.”
He bends over my pelvis and kisses my hip bone as he exposes it to the air. “And this?”
“Yes.”
There’s a shuffling on the bed, and then he tugs down the other side of my panties, kissing my other hip bone as he peels my underwear away. “And this?”
“Yes.”
He slides the first side down more, and kisses the side of my ass, then does the same on the other side. “You smell delicious.”
“Please just tear them off.” I bend my legs again, helping with the process, and I only shiver a little as Davis pushes one of my legs to the side so he can settle between my thighs again, looking straight at my pussy.
I’m very exposed.
Veryexposed.
And that little part of me that wants to shame me for showing a man who’s not my husband my most private parts can fuck off.
Because I’ve also never felt more safe in my life.
“Show me again,” he says.
“Give me your hand.”
He slides it up my thigh. “All yours.”
Like his body, his hand and fingers are long and lean. I guide it to the slick, swollen skin nestled in my pubic hair, and I stroke his hand up my pussy until my breath catches as his knuckle hits my clit.
“There,” I breathe out. “Tease me there.”
He flicks my clit, and all of my breath leaves my lungs as my hips leave the bed.
“So there,” he murmurs.
Very studious.
Very serious.
He flicks my clit again.
“There,” I gasp in agreement.
“Thank you. It’s been a while. I needed a refresher.”
His fingers stroke down the seam of my vulva, almost to my asshole, then back up again.
My legs fall open wider, and I arch into his touch, my eyes crossing when he teases my clit, then strokes me up and down again.
“May I try something?” he asks while he plays with all of my lady bits.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to know what it is?”
“Trust—you.”
He lifts his gaze to my face, nods once, and then shifts on the bed again.
