“I was wondering,” she says, her voice a low, husky murmur. “If there’s anything… special you need me to do this morning?”
I slide my hand higher, my fingers brushing against the edge of her panties.
She gasps, her hips bucking, a small, involuntary movement.
“Oh, I think I can think of a few things,” I say, my voice a low, teasing purr. I dip my fingers beneath the lace, a fleeting touch that has her arching into my hand. "You're wet for me already."
She bites her lower lip and has my cock aching.
"I never stop," she whispers.
The confession hangs in the air between us, so raw, so honest, and so incredibly hot, it makes my head spin. She's not just playing a game. She's not just saying what she thinks I want to hear.
She's telling the truth.
And it’s the most goddamn beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
I slide my fingers deeper, and she trembles, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
I find the hard, sensitive nub of her clit already slick with her arousal.
I circle it with my thumb with a light pressure that has her arching into my hand for more, her head thrown back, a low, throaty moan escaping her lips.
"Shh," I murmur, my other hand moving from her waist to the back of her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair. "We wouldn't want anyone to hear you."
The thought of being caught, the risk of it, seems to excite her even more. Her breath hitches, and I can feel the tension coiling in her body, the frantic energy of a woman on the verge of losing control.
I love it.
I love the power I have over her, the way I can make her feel with just a touch, just a word.
I love the trust she places in me, the way she gives herself over to me, so completely, so willingly.
I love her.
I love her.
The thought is so natural and right that I don’t even question it.
I love her.
I apply a little more pressure to her clit, and she cries out, a sharp, startled sound that I quickly swallow with a kiss.
My tongue plunges into her mouth, a demanding, possessive kiss that’s as much about control as it is about desire.
She kisses me back with a matching fervor, her hands clutching at my shoulders, her body arching into mine.
She's a wild, wanton creature, lost in a haze of pleasure and need.
And she's all mine.
I can feel her getting closer, the tension in her body building to an almost unbearable peak. Her movements become frantic, her kisses more desperate.
She’s so close.
I can feel it in the way her body trembles, in the way her breath hitches in her throat, in the way her nails dig into my shoulders.
The little whimpers in her throat get louder, more frequent.
