give my permission.
Or maybe she’s waiting for me to tell her what I like.
What I like is all of her. Everything. Everywhere. There’s
absolutely nothing that I don’t want her to do.
Maybe she’s not waiting for me to tell her anything.
Maybe she’s waiting for me to ask her. The thought of begging
her, of taking commands, of doing something a little bit…less
than vanilla, sends a rocket of heat straight to my core.
Steph’s knee parts my legs and I arch up, rocking
against her instinctively. My body knows what it wants. She’s
giving it to me, little by little.
“Steph,” I groan into her mouth. “Please…God…
Just…please…”
Steph braces herself with one arm and with the other,
she reaches between us. She sweeps her fingers over the
sodden lace, then sweeps it aside. Her skin against my skin.
Her fingers against my core. I’m so wet that I can hear her
touching me. I’m not mortified or shy. I’m way too far gone
for that. I don’t hesitate. I buck into her touch, wanting more
of it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt pain and pleasure this mixed
up together. It’s mostly pain, awaiting the pleasure. I can’t
remember the last time I ever ached so
badly.
Steph kisses me like we’re never going to get another
chance. Her mouth is delicious. Leading. Teaching. Mind-
blowing. Just kissing her makes me want to orgasm. I can
already feel the shivery tension building in my thighs and the
coiling starting to tighten to the point of snapping just about
everywhere else. My nipples are so hard they could give
diamonds a run for their money when it comes to cutting