He seemed to mull it over for it, then cocked his head. “Yeah. Really.” He chuckled. “I really do.”
“Why does that make you laugh?” I asked.
“Because it was never like that before.” He stroked his fingers down my arm, grazing over the soft skin exposed by the straps of my bodice. “It never got me hot before.” I shuddered, feeling gooseflesh form. His lips quirked up. “But now, it does.” He stroked again and my nipples hardened. “See? Like that…” He met my eyes and I saw his glitter. “That gets me off.” His voice dropped low. “Watching you get turned on makes me hard as a rock.”
I swallowed thickly. My nipples were almost painfully hard now. I was pretty certain the satin of my panties would be warm and wet if he lowered his hand. My lips parted slightly, and I imagined willing him to do it.
“Are you thinking of me touching you?” he said, the words almost a whisper against my lips. I nodded, not trusting my voice. “Touching your pussy?” I noded again. No longer aware of the people around us. Who cared about them, anyway?
He tipped his head and watched the path of his fingers, exploring the flesh exposed by the straps of the dress I was wearing. Not once did they trace onto anything that I could describe as a conventional erogenous zone. But every soft touch zinged straight to the core of me. My knees dropped open, and I shifted slightly, feeling cool air flutter over my bare inner thighs. He was still trailing over the flesh framed by the straps and buckles, and it was enough to have me pushing my hips forward.
Sheer need rippled through me, and I clenched my pussy muscles, wondering how to ask him to stray down there. I was almost certain he wouldn’t do it without me asking.
“So, it’s some kind of power thing?” I tried to keep myself focused. “Showing you can make someone do whatever you want?” I wondered if my words sounded petulant. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit there had been times when I’d resented his “rules” during those first days.
He shrugged, still watching his fingers moving on my skin. “Maybe it was like that once. Now there’s power in this…” His index finger drew a circle on my forearm. “Knowing I can make your pussy wet, just by touching your arm.”
He glanced up and I felt like a fawn staring into the eyes of a wolf. I tip my head back and waited for the touch of his mouth on my throat.
