“It would be.”
He bites his lip so hard I feel a sting of pain. “Then I would keep touching your bare skin, up along your waist and over your stomach. My fingers would trace down over your panties, which would be soaked.”
“Definitely,” I agree, already sensing the level of wet I currently am. He can sense it as well; I feel it with his cocky grin.
“I would pull them to the side and feel your drenched pussy for myself, running my fingers through the wetness and over your clit.”
Breathlessly, I ask, “Would it just be your fingers down there?”
He chuckles throatily. “Not for long. I would press you up against a wall and kneel before you. I would pull off that thin layer of lace?—”
“That you bought me, I’m guessing.”
“Oh, yes. Then my mouth would meet your clit, and I would lick you. And you would taste so good, baby. I would revel in the taste of your cunt on my tongue, wanting more and more. I would keep licking and tasting until you were writhing under my mouth, whining for my touch. Begging me to let you come.” He starts speaking faster, like he needs to get every word out as quickly as possible. “My fingers would be inside you, pumping and curving in until your legs are trembling so hard you can hardly stand. And when I let you, you’d come so hard on my tongue. Then I would lay you on the floor?—”
“Wait,” I interject, heart pounding in my ears, matching the pulse between my legs.
His breath hitches. “Too far?”
“No, you’re skipping what I would do for you.”
“Oh.” He relaxes, but anticipation streams through him. “And what would that be?”
“I want my mouth on you. My tongue would trace your cock, figuring that after what you did to me, you’d be hard.”
“I’d be so fucking hard, leaking precum, nearly coming myself just from the taste of you.”
I bite down hard on my lip before I continue. “I would take you between my lips, accept your cock as deep as it could go, moving on it as you rocked your hips into me, fucking my mouth. I would suck, and I would get you so close, but I wouldn’t let you come yet because I want you to fuck me.”
“I would fuck you as long as you wanted. Slow and hard and gentle and rough. I would make you come over and over.” Breathlessly, he asks, “Can I put you on the floor?”
“Yes, please do. Kit, the taste of you would still be in my mouth.”
“And you would be in mine. I would kiss you everywhere I could, enter you slowly, teasing you open. You would feel so good on my cock, tight and wet. I would be a perfect fit inside of you. You would scream and beg for me, so fucking pretty when you come. And when we were done, you would end up limp and boneless and blissfully happy.”
The ache between my legs is so intense I’m nearly in pain.Fuck. “And you?” I struggle out.
“And me what?”
“How would you end up?”
“Limp and boneless and blissfully happy as well.”
“Good.” My chest is heaving. “I’d really like that, Kit. God, can you please…”
“Can I what, baby? What?”
“Touch me. Please. I’m so close, I just need your hand.”
“Where do you want me to touch you? I need you to be explicit.”
“My pussy. My cunt. Whatever word you’d like me to use. Please, Kit .”
He opens his eyes, so we’re looking in the mirror again. Sensation rushes back to everything below my waist. I angle my legs outward, spreading open for him. We lock eyes as he lifts my skirt and moves a hand so close, but not yet there. “I can let you do this yourself, if you’d rather.”
“No, I want you.”
“Thank Satan,” he mutters. His finger slips under my panties, and he traces around, spreading my arousal.
