The lavender fabric of her panties is wet, clinging to her swollen lips.
“You’re not doing anything.” She exhales shakily.
I step closer to the bed. “Oh, I’m doing a lot right now. Don’t rush me, Harriet. Let me take my fill.”
“I look different from the last time you saw me. If you’re not interested…”
She is different. Different is good, so fucking good. Her breasts are fuller, hips a little wider. The slight curve of her stomach draws a deep groan from me, ravenous and feral.
My eyes narrow. “I know what I’m looking at, and disinterested is the last fucking thing I am.” I lower my hand to my straining cock, palming it. “You were stunning then. Now? Christ, you’re a vision.”
Another step forward.
“Tell me how you want my help.”
A shiver ripples through her, nerves perhaps, but Harrietisn’t one to shy away. “Erotic audio is my go to, but I’m so in my head, and my mind kept…wandering.”
Shins now brushing the edge of the mattress, I tower over her splayed form. “Wandered where?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want to say.”
Interest piqued, I drop my chin to my chest. “This will only work if you’re honest with me. This can only happen once, and I want to get it right for you. I want it to be good.”
Her eyes shutter closed while she whispers, “Our night together. I always think about our night together.”
Always.
Sparks of lust ignite. Here I was, ashamed to be the only one who thought about that evening with a depraved need.
“Was there something specific you were remembering?” I toe off my boots and slowly move onto the bed to kneel at her feet.
Every inch closer sends my heart jerking in my chest, cock punching the zipper of my pants. Her pupils blow wide as she adjusts her position, planting both feet firmly on the mattress to spread her thighs wider.
I want to taste her. Smell her. Devour her.
“Everything,” she replies coyly. “Your mouth. Your fingers. Your cock.”
“Fuck.”
This moment is about her pleasure, not mine. We risk toying with the already delicate relationship between us if this becomes mutually beneficial.
“I’ll give you my hands and mouth, but this is about you, not me.”
She doesn’t challenge me.
I shuffle closer. “Last chance to change your mind.”
Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.
“I won’t.” She swipes her fingers through her disheveled hair. “I want you—this.”
Pushing away the pang of disappointment at her correction, I unbuckle my belt, dragging it through the loops before throwing it to the floor. Her eyes widen when I settle on my stomach, face inches from her pussy, dick so hard, it’s close to tearing through the mattress.
“You’re in charge. You tell me to stop or what you don’t like.” Goose bumps rise on her skin when I toy with the edge of her panties. “Can I take these off?”
“Please.”
Purple satin glides down her legs until her soaked pussy comes into view.
