I don't turn around.
"Good girl."
My thighs clench together.
The bed dips behind me. His knees on either side of mine. His hands come to my shoulders. Slide down my back. Slow. Find the small of my back. The curve of my ass. One hand stays there. The other comes around and palms my left breast, full in his hand, and his thumb finds my nipple and circles it once.
I make a sound.
"There it is."
He plucks it. Gentle. Again. Harder. His other hand leaves my ass and comes up to the right breast and does the same thing. Both nipples at once. Rolling. Pulling.
My head drops back against his chest.
His cock is hot against the base of my spine. Thick. Hard. Patient.
"You're already wet for me, aren't you."
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I'm wet for you."
"That's not the word."
My face heats.
"My pussy is wet for you."
"Thank you."
He says it like a gentleman. Like I just passed him the salt. It ruins me a little.
His right hand leaves my breast. Slides down my stomach. Over the soft swell below my navel. Finds the neat strip of hair I keep. Two fingers part me. Find my clit. Don't rub yet. Just rest.
"Wider."
I spread my knees.
He makes a sound in my ear that is low and appreciative and male.
His fingers move.
Slow circle. Two fingers. Not too much pressure. The callus at the pad of his middle finger drags against my clit on the downstroke and I feel it in my teeth.
His other hand stays on my nipple. Pulling. Rolling.
"Gray."
"Mm."
"More."
"No."
Just that. Flat. The word drops into my chest and spreads.
