“What if I can’t do it?”
“Then you try again another night.” I walk up to her. “Do you trust me?”
She shrugs, and it stings a little, but I get it. Hard to trust anyone once you’ve been broken likethat.
“Let’s just have fun with it, okay? We can climb into your bed and just have some fun? I won’t touch you, but we can talk. I’m really good at dirty talk.” I smirk.
A small smile spreads across her face as her eyes do loops. “Okay.”
She leads me to her room before ducking into the bathroom.
My eyes dart around the room. It lacks personality but I guess part of that is due to the fact she just recently moved in with her brother. A part of me wonders how she would decorate it if she had the freedom to. Would posters of my band line her walls? I bet after tonight she would want a little reminder of me. Perhaps I’ll send her a headshot.
I smirk to myself at the thought of her touching herself to the memories of all the pleasure I’m going to show her.
My mind is buzzing with excitement. I drank a little more than I should’ve while bearing my soul to her.
I didn’t expect her to ask for my help when it came to getting herself off. I wish I could help her in other ways, but I’d settle on dirty talking her sweet cunt to pleasure. Let her see I can get her off without even touching her. Impress her a little.
My cock aches at the thought of watching bliss fall over her face. I wonder what she sounds like when she explodes. My balls are throbbing at the mere thought.
I strip down to just my boxers before crawling into her bed. I eye the door, waiting for her to return.
When she does walk in a moment later, she moves to her dresser, opening and closing drawers.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for a pair of sweats,” she snaps back.
“Why?”
“To wear.”
“You don’t need clothes for what you’re about to do.”
“Yes. I do.”
“Prue, I promise you, whatever you are hiding, I’ve seen worse.”
“Ha.” She turns to glare at me. “Good to know.” She reaches under her shirt, tugging off her bra. The sight of her breasts barely sagging makes my mouth water. Perky tits are hidden from my view, but I know when I see them, they are going to be a sight.
She sighs, closing her eyes for a moment, before snapping them open to look at me. I offer her a smile and she rolls her eyes, before letting her hands drop to the side of her skirt. She unzips it, letting it drop to the floor at her feet, revealing her tiny black thong. My cock seriously aches now.
Her hip bones are so defined. Her thighs too. They look firm, even with a tiny gap in the middle, perfect for my head to fit between.
Resting her hand on her stomach she stares at me, and I force my eyes to glance up to her face.
“Most of the bruises are gone but there are a few that still…”
“If you think a few bruises are going to lessen your appeal, you have no idea how fucking hot you are.”
Her face turns pink, but her fingers move to the edge of her turtleneck. Quickly she pulls it off and over her head, dropping it to the floor behind her.
Just as I thought, her tits are perky and round. Her nipples are peach and pointy, and I want to stuff my mouth with them. Folding my hands in my lap to keep them from reaching forward to feel her tits, I bite my tongue to keep myself from speaking.
Her stomach is flat and smooth. Her collar bone stands out, and I want to trace my fingers over it, maybe even bite into it. I ignore the few faint bruises that sit on random spots on her body, so I don’t start plotting a murder.
She is fucking beautiful. And my mind is jumping through all the many things I want to do to her. It’s not like I haven’t slept with the same woman more than once on occasion, but I could fill a whole calendar with all the things I want to do to her.
