So I do.
“Are you this wet for me, Books?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Is it because you’re turned on, or becauseI’veturned you on?”
“You, definitely you. Now, please, stop teasing me.”
“Teasing you? I wasn’t teasing you, baby.”
She nods. “You touched me and now you’re not. That's teasing.”
“No, teasing would be pressing my thumb against your clit,” I say and do just that. “And then sliding two fingers inside you.” Again, I do as I say. “And then curling just so, until you melt in my arms, then pulling my hand away and stepping back to admire your body.”
“Damnit.” She groans and turns to face me.
She whips the shirt off so that she’s standing in front of me naked.
My cock jerks, pointing straight at her.
Her eyes are glued to it, a gleam in them. A smile twitches on her lips.
“You can’t look at me like that, Books. Not without doing something about it.”
“I tried,” she whines. “But you stopped me.”
“Yeah, because I want to come inside of your pussy, not your mouth.”
She steps forward.
“Then do it. Press me over the side of your bed and slide inside of me.”
I grin.
The dirty talk.That’swhat she loves from the books.
I grab her by the wrist, yanking her toward me.
“Be a good girl and bend over.”
She obeys with pure joy on her face.
“Spread your legs wider,” I tell her from behind.
She does it.
“Now lean forward even more so that your forearms are on the bed and your ass is in the air.”
Again, she complies.
She’s fucking perfect.
I smooth my hand over her butt. When I touch her betweenher legs and I find her just as wet as before, I drop to my knees and without warning, my tongue is pushing against her folds to taste every inch of her.
“Oh, shit.”
She pushes back against me. I grab her hips, holding her still as I devour her. Fast flicks then long, slow strokes. I rotate between that and sucking on her clit.
