“Uh-uh. Turn around. And wait.”
Sloan licked her lips, bit down on the lower one, and grinned as Matty ran to the door with a dressing gown in her hand. She paused just long enough to switch the main light off before she dashed out and pulled the door closed behind her.
It wasn’t long, but it felt like forever. Sloan’s body had that delicious ache of want moving through it, settling in all the right places, because Matty had told her to wait.
When Matty came back in, wearing the gown, Sloan smiled up at her. “Did we change into something more…naked?”
“The longer you ask questions…the longer it will take to find out,” Matty purred, letting the gown slide off one shoulder to reveal a bra strap.
Sloan pressed her lips together and kept her eyes firmly on Matty.
“Do you want music?” Matty asked.
“I don’t mind,” Sloan responded as Matty turned and let her hair down, blonde curls flowing down her back as she moved to music only she heard.
The dressing gown loosened and before long, bare shoulders slid into view, and then the entire thing dropped to the floor, Matty in nothingmore than lace underwear. She twisted and moved, dipping low and rising higher, and then she turned and walked confidently across the room to stand in front of Sloan.
“Hands to yourself, understood?”
Sloan nodded.
Their eyes met, then Sloan’s gaze dropped when she caught the movement—Matty’s hands on her own body, rubbing and sliding over the bare skin of her torso, down her thighs, then one hand slipped into the waistband.
Sloan stared as Matty’s fingers moved beneath the lace, stroking her clit as she arched and pressed her hips forward.
“No touching,” Matty reminded her.
“You look sexy.”
Matty kept moving, her fingers exaggerating the strokes. “I get so wet just thinking about you touching me.”
“I like it when you’re wet.”
Matty danced, hips swaying. She pulled her hand free and held out her fingers. “Want to taste?”
Sloan nodded. “You know I do.”
Matty smiled and smeared Sloan’s lips with her finger. “Just a little… Turn around.”
Sloan’s breath shuddered out. She licked her lips clean and turned on the stool to face the bed.
Matty came around the side and crawled onto the mattress. She knelt at the end of the bed, facing Sloan. Her knees slid wider, opening herself up, and her hand dipped under the band of her knickers again, straight to her clit.
“Tell me how much you want to see, Sloan.”
“All of you… Take your knickers off.”
Matty smiled. “Patience.” Her hand slid up again, both palms then cupping her breasts. “You want to see these first, don’t you?”
Sloan fidgeted on the stool and leaned forward. “I want to see everything.”
“Of course you do.” Matty laughed and reached behind to unclip her bra. She unhooked it and let it fall away, then tipped forward onto her palms, her breasts hanging, hair falling, her mouth just inches from Sloan’s. “When I’m done…I want you to slip into your harness and fuck me so hard, you’ll have to gag me.”
Sloan leaned even closer, lips ghosting Matty’s. “Give me what I want, and I’llmake every wish come true.”
Matty laughed and pulled away, back on just her knees, before she fell back on the bed. She shuffled up until she lay against the pillows, then reached down and slid her knickers off. Her legs fell open and she watched as Sloan’s eyes darkened—watched the way her jaw tensed, her tongue pressing into the inside of her cheek.
“You like that?” Matty asked. “You wanna come closer?”
