“It’s comfortable for me.”
“It’s fucking sexy, tempting, and driving me nuts. But that was your intention, wasn’t it?”
“Never.” I move my hand right over her pubic bone now, and her leg bends, creating more room for me.
“You’re such a liar,” I whisper into her ear. “If I were to touch your pussy, how wet would you be?”
She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t move. I’m not even sure if she’s taken a breath. So I slip my finger just a little bit closer . . .
“How wet, Penny?”
She lightly groans before arching her back into me. “So fucking wet, Eli.”
Christ. I inch my finger forward to the top of her slit, where I toy with her, barely dipping my finger.
“Yes, Eli,” she says, wiggling.
“Tell me the truth. Tell me you’ve been taunting me, and I’ll make sure you find the release you so desperately want.”
“I don’t . . . I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says again, causing a roar of frustration to ripple through me, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m rotating her to her back and pinning her, so I’m hovering above her, my body now between her legs.
I take both of her hands and plant them on either side of her head as I drop my pelvis against hers. From my hasty fumbling to get her in position, one of her breasts slipped past the fabric of her nightgown.
Nipple hard, her tit just begging for my mouth, I lower my head down and suck the little nub past my lips. Her back arches, thrusting her breast deeper into my mouth. I suck her in, all of her, taking every ounce she’s willing to offer me.
I suck.
I lick.
I bite . . .
“Yes,” she cries out.
I pull away an inch and say, “Tell me, tell me you’ve been taunting me.”
She shakes her head. “You said you didn’t want me.”
I pin her with my stare. “I never fucking said that. I’d never lie about wanting you. Because I want you, Penny. I wanted you the day I first met you, and I wanted you the night of my birthday. I’ve craved you ever since. Don’t put those words in my mouth.”
“Then prove it,” she says with such sass, such power, that I feel that last wave of restraint slip away. And then I thrust my hips over her spread legs.
My covered cock to her wet, dripping pussy. The connection is so palpable I can feel all the way down to my toes.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. I feel it through my briefs.”
Testing me, she asks, “Don’t you want to stop this, Eli?”
“Why the fuck would I want to stop this?” I ask, now rubbing my dick along her exposed pussy, soaking up every ounce of pleasure.
“You stopped our kiss. Told me you can’t.” She spreads her legs even wider. “Why not stop now?”
I pause despite my thrumming body. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I’m clearly aroused and needing release. Do you really think I want you to stop?”
“I need a clear answer.”
“You need a clear answer, but don’t you think I deserve one?”
