I could catch her in seconds if I wanted to, but I don’t. I’m letting her lead the pace, to show me when she’s ready to be claimed.
I want her to feel me behind her. Want her to hear the steady, unhurried sound of my steps getting closer, want her to wonderwhen I’m going to stop playing and actually part her thighs sink all the way inside her heat.
Mine.
I let her get a little further, watching the way she glances over her shoulder, checking for me, making sure I’m still there.
I will always be right here, baby.
She turns down another aisle, and the second I see where she’s going, I know.
Dead end.
Perfect.
I slow even more as I follow, dragging this out for both of us, letting the tension coil tighter with every step until I finally reach the end.
She’s already there.
Back against the shelves.
Waiting for me just like I’ve waited for her.
Her chest is rising and falling, breath uneven now, and her eyes find mine beneath the mask immediately like she couldn’t look anywhere else even if she wanted to.
I tilt my head slightly, just enough for the light of the mask to catch differently in the dark.
I step closer, and she doesn’t run.
One step.
Two.
Three.
And just when I’m close enough to reach for her…
She drops to her knees, her dress pooling on her thighs.
My entire body goes still as she sinks down further to rest her ass on the back of her feet. Her thighs part slightly, and her eyes never leave mine.
Fuck.
My hand comes up, bracing against the shelf above her head as I close the rest of the distance, boxing her in, surrounding her completely.
She leans into it.
Of course, my girl does.
Her hand slides up my thigh, and I don’t move.
I can’t, because she’s got all of the control right now. I’ll give her anything she wants and nothing less.
She tilts her face up to me, and my cock jerks at the words that leave her pretty lips.
“Teach me.”
BASH
