Much to his consternation. “Was that too much?”
“Good god,no.No.”
“A little more, then?”
“Yes please,” she said, and sort of cringed at the simple eagerness of her words.
Though, man, was she ever glad she’d gone with them when he replied.
“Like me easing your panties down.”
“That isdefinitelythe kind of thing I had in mind.”
“And maybe the back of my hand trailing over your thighs.”
“To be honest, my thighs seem like the tamest place you could touch, after the things you’ve just said and described.”
“Not if my goal is persuading you to spread them.”
She came very close to just moaning, at that.
Though, she could hardly blame herself.
Somehow, him sayingspreadwas the sexiest fucking thing in the world. It sent a hot rush of pleasure straight to her pussy—so strong and thick that she couldn’t resist.
She had to do exactly what he’d suggested.
And when she finally spoke, her voice was shaking. “Oh goddamn, that was good.”
“Good enough to do it, in this imaginary scenario?”
“It was done the second you told me to spread.”
“You say that like you actually might have.”
“Because I did. I had to. I had to,” she said.
Then immediately wanted to take it back.
Fantasy was fine, but what if real was too much?
It felt like too much.
Until he replied.
Oh, holyfuckwhen he replied.
“And will you stroke your clit, when I tell you my tongue is sliding over it?” he asked, in the same calm, collected summer breeze voice as always. Like it was nothing. Like it didn’t take hold of all of her most sensitive parts, and squeezeuntil she wanted to scream.
She only just managed to control herself long enough to answer.
And even then, her words sounded more like a sigh of pleasure.
“I think I would have to be made of stone to not.”
“Good. So, go ahead. Slide a finger through your slit.”
“You want me to…you…okay. Okay,” she said.
