“You’re not even wearing a bra,” I said against her mouth as I pinched and teased her nipple. “You can’t tell me you aren’t just begging for my cock.”
“I definitely don’t want it,” she croaked.
“Another lie.”
Grace grabbed my hair, pulling me up slightly.
“I bet it’s not that big.”
I grinned at her. “Oh, it’s very big.”
She chewed her lip slightly. I slid my hand down to cup between her pussy. Her head tipped back, and she moaned. She was soaking wet through the yoga pants.
I slipped my hand under the smooth fabric to stroke her.
“And no panties. You totally want my cock.”
“I don’t,” she gasped as I stroked her, her hips rocking against my hand.
“In that case then.” I stepped back and started walking away.
Grace made a frustrated noise.
I glanced back over my shoulder.
“You can’t just leave me like this!” Grace gasped. “I have a meeting.”
“You said you didn’t want it,” I reminded her. “I respect women as the people they are.”
“Dick,” she fumed.
I laughed. “I’m not the one with the soaking-wet pussy.”
“I…” Her breath hitched, then her eyes narrowed.
“Fine,” she said, crawling onto my bed. “I’ll do it myself.”
I sucked in a breath as she shimmied out of the yoga pants.
Then, before I could comment, she turned to lie on her back. Her smile was seductive.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked teasingly.
I felt my mouth go dry. I could only nod. “Yes, but as I told you…”
“Oh, I know what you said.” She let out a long, very put-upon sigh. Then, as I watched, rapt, her hand trailed down the length of her body toward her pussy.
Eyes locked with mine, she let one leg fall one way, the second the other. She was open to me, putting herself completely on display.
She was gorgeous. Her pussy lips were still rose red from the attention earlier. I almost protested when one hand came down as if to cover herself demurely.
But I should have known better. There was nothing shy about Grace. Instead of covering herself, her fingers began to move over her clit in practiced motions.
She arched her back, breasts on full display for me. “It feels so good…”
I didn’t quite realize what I was doing until my knees hit the mattress again. I couldn’t help myself. I only had so much self-discipline, and Grace was testing all of it.
“Let me help with that,” I said, hearing my voice husky with need.
