“You wet for me, Doc?"
She bites her bottom lip and nods.
"Show me."
She reaches down with both hands and pulls the fabric of her skirt up until it's bunched around her waist.
My dick is so fucking hard right now it could crush concrete and my balls ache for release. Adjusting myself, I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I'm hanging on by a thin thread and it's fraying with every shift of those creamy thighs.
"Do you want to know what I would do to you right now if I could touch you?"
"Yes," she breathes, gripping the sides of the chair.
"I would rip those panties off and shove them in your mouth. Then I would drive my cock inside your tight hole over and over again until your sweet cream is dripping all over me."
Her head falls back, knees parting farther.
"Pull your panties aside and show me what I can't have."
She does as I say, revealing a small triangle of hair just above the bare lips. I ache to bury my nose in the dark thatch, desperate to inhale her scent.
Drown myself in it.
Licking my lips, I lean forward, bracing my forearms on my knees. She's only about five feet away. I could have my mouth on her in about two seconds flat but self-control is something I covet now more than ever. And maintaining my control with her is peril, because deep down I know this woman is the cure to my disease. She’s the reason I’m able to sit in this chair instead of stripping her down and fucking her on this nice Oriental rug.
Her hand delves down, dragging her fingers through the drenched slit.
"Marley."
Her eyes snap open at my command, dilated and wide, lips trembling as she shamelessly rubs herself.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
She shakes her head slowly.
“You wait for my command. Let my words guide you.”
Reluctantly, she pulls her fingers away from her pussy. “Put them in your mouth,” I tell her, and she does, licking and sucking the digits while she holds my gaze. “I want to make sure you understand my expectations of you. I want your naked soul with me. No holding back. No walls. Just you.”
Her breath hitches as she nods.
“Now, I want you to drape one leg over the edge of your chair then bury those same two fingers deep in your pussy.”
She hesitates, her breath catching in her throat. “Do it, Marley. And don’t you dare close your eyes. I want you looking right here,” I tell her.
Lifting her right leg, she drapes one leg over the arm of the chair and scoots down a little, opening herself even more to me. I catch the slightest glimpse of the hidden puckered skin and my cock twitches, eager to know just how tight her ass is and how much of me she can take. Her slim fingers find their way back down to her pussy, spreading her arousal before they disappear into the greedy little hole.
A gasp escapes her parted lips as she pushes them in and out slowly, eyelids heavy with lust.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes.”
“What do you love about it?”
“It scares me.”
“Why?”
