She nods her head. “Yes, I can do that.”
“Good,” I answer and then bring my hand down to the waistband of her shorts. “Now, spread your legs.”
“What?” she asks.
I lean in close to her ear and whisper, “Spread your legs.” I undo the button and zipper on her jean shorts and then pull her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in just her bra.
“Wilder,” she says in shock.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” I say. “You have all the control, Pips.” I kiss the side of her cheek. “Tell me no.” I drag my hand up to her breasts, where I wait for her to stop me, for her to ask for her shirt back, but when she doesn’t, I pull on the cup of her bra and release one of her breasts. I stare down at her over her shoulder and marvel at her hardened nipple. “These fucking tits. I’m addicted.”
I pass my thumb over the hard nub a few times while my other hand runs along the waistline of her underwear. Her body sinks into mine, and I love the comfort she finds in being with me. The trust she has that I was able to win because of my care, because of my patience.
With my index finger and my thumb, I roll her nipple, pinching ever so slightly and causing her to lift her chest and moan.
“Yes, Wilder.”
“Fuck, I love how responsive you are.” I bring my lips to her neck, and I suck on the spot below her ear while I continue to play with her nipple, circling around it, flicking it, and then pinching it. She brings her hand to the back of my neck, and she holds on as she raises her chest and then lets it fall, her breath taking control.
“More,” she says.
“You wet?”
“Yes,” she groans.
“Prove it.”
She pauses and then on a whisper asks, “How?”
“Touch yourself, Pips, and bring your fingers to my mouth.”
She’s hesitant at first, but then she carefully slides her hand between her legs.
“Don’t pull out right away. Play with your clit. Rub it for me.”
Her teeth pull on her lip before I watch her hand start to work between her legs, the jean fabric shielding me from viewing her touch herself.
“That’s it, Pips. Rub that clit. Play with yourself. Pretend it’s me playing with you.”
“I wish it was,” she groans. “You’re so much better.”
Smiling, I say, “Then bring your fingers to my mouth and prove that you’re ready for me.”
She pulls her hand from between her legs and lifts her hand to my mouth. I suck her fingers past my lips and taste her, the first hit of the day, and she tastes just as good as she did last night. Fuck, why didn’t I fuck her with my tongue this morning? Big mistake.
“That’s a good girl.” I then push down on her shorts, because I know my hand won’t fit properly under them, and she sheds them to the side, leaving her in a pair of green bikini briefs. They rise high on her hip but cover her entire ass, and I have never found anything so sexy in my life. She’s not dressing in a thong every day. No, she wears comfortable yet sexy underwear, and I’m so goddamn obsessed. “Spread your legs and bring them up.”
She listens so well and drapes her legs over mine, keeping them wide and in place.
I take out her other breast, and then with both hands, I start playing with her. I drag my fingers around and around hernipples, making circles and watching as they grow impossibly hard.
“Please, Wilder,” she begs, the sound so euphoric. “Please touch me.”
“Patience,” I whisper and lightly dance my right hand across the elastic of her underwear, teasing her, then moving my fingers back to her breasts with a featherlight touch, barely caressing her skin.
When I catch a wave of goose bumps breaking out over her body, I do it again, passing my fingers over her skin with such light pressure that she attempts to lift her body for a deeper sensation.
“Patience,” I whisper again and bring my fingers to her taut nipples, where I lightly roll them.
