“Relax, sweetheart,” I murmur and kiss her neck again, which makes her moan softly. “I’m just warming you up.”
“But…but it makes me feel so…so strange when you do that,” she protests. “When you touch me.”
She squeezes her thighs together as she talks and I know exactly what she means.
“Is it making your soft little pussy wet?” I growl in her ear. “Is that the problem?”
“I…we don’t talk about things like that where I’m from,” she says primly.
“Well, maybe it’s time to start talking. Or maybe we can skip to something else.”
I pull up her shift and let my hand slip down to cup her soft little pussy through her thin silk panties.
“Oh!” She gives a little cry and nearly bolts out of my lap.
“Relax, sweetheart,” I say, tightening my grip on her. “I touched you here last night—remember?”
“Yes, but you shouldn’t have—I shouldn’t have let you!” she protests.
“I have to touch you in order to make you hot,” I murmur. I have a sudden inspiration. “Or, if you want, you can touch yourself.”
“Touch…touch myself?” She twists her head around to give me an incredulous look. It’s as though I suggested she fly to the moon. “I would never—” she begins.
“Don’t lie to me.” I let my voice drop to a growl. She’s not telling the truth—I can tell by her scent. “You know you touch yourself—you slip your hand into your panties and stroke your soft little pussy at night when nobody’s looking, don’t you?”
Her cheeks go red with shame and I know I’m right.
“How…how did you know that?” she whispers.
“Because you’ve got a hot nature—you’re not like those cold, skinny women you grew up around,” I tell her. “You’ve got needs, sweetheart—and there’s nothing wrong with meeting those needs any way you can.”
“I…I know I shouldn’t do it but sometimes I can’t help it,” she whispers, arching her back restlessly. I’m still cupping one of her tits, teasing her nipple as I rub her pussy through her panties. She’s getting really wet—wet enough that I can feel a damp spot growing on the silk.
“Why don’t you show me?” I suggest. I’m intrigued by the mixture of shame and desire I hear in her voice.
“Show you?” she asks uncertainly.
“How you touch yourself,” I say. “Look…” Taking my hand from her pussy, I take her by the wrist and slide her own hand down between her legs. “Slip your fingers into your panties and pet that soft little pussy for me.” I let my voice drop to a soft growl as I kiss the side of her neck. “If you don’t want me to touch you, you need to touch yourself for me, Princess. You need to get nice and hot for me before I bite you.”
“You…you want to watch me touch myself?” Her voice is breathless—horrified and yet intrigued by what I’m suggesting. And her scent is getting so hot it makes me want to flip her over and sink my cock to the hilt inside her.
But that’s not part of the plan—at least not for tonight.
“Yes, touch yourself,” I growl. “Pet that sweet little pussy for me.”
“I…I shouldn’t…” But her soft little fingers are already slipping into the waistband of her panties.
“Good,” I murmur. “Now spread your pussy lips open and slip your fingers inside.
“I…I can’t…” But she’s doing it. I can see how wet she is, how the damp white silk is clinging to the tight little pearl of her clit.
“Good girl,” I murmur and lick the side of her neck, making her shiver. Her skin is salty-sweet—fucking delicious. “Now stroke yourself,” I tell her. “Pet that sweet little clit—make yourself feel good.”
“Oh…ohhhh,” she moans and her hips are thrusting as she obeys my orders. I can see her fingers moving under the damp silk of her panties and the scent of her desire is making me fucking crazy. Not to mention the way her round, plump bottom is rubbing against my shaft.
My fangs are aching but I know I have to be patient—I want her to come before I bite her.
“That’s right, sweetheart—stroke your little clit,” I say, my voice coming out in a hoarse growl. “Make yourself come for me.”
