“Alright, you did well with that one.” I take a step back and wave him in. “Step into my lair and tell me exactly why you’ve come here.”
He steps into my house, his eyes never leaving mine, and shuts the door with his heel. I only realize that he’s standing a few inches from me when I start feeling the heat coming off his body.
“I’ve told you why I’ve come,” he whispers, his unblinking eyes locked on mine. “After last night...I don’t know what you did to me, but I can’t stop thinking about you.” Before I can do anything about it, he grabs me by the hand. Gently, he kisses my knuckles. “I can’t stop thinking about the way you used these fingers…”
“Don’t tell me it’s my fingers that are keeping you up.” I try to laugh, but it comes out as a weak croak. Shit, he’s throwing me off my game, and I have no idea on how to stop it. My panties are already growing wet, and my heart is beating so hard I can’t even hear my own thoughts.
“It’s more than just your fingers.” He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “I’ve dreamt of these lips too.” His thumb moves down to the valley between my breasts, and then it makes the hike up my right breast. When he finally brushes his palm over my nipples, they become so hard that I can’t even distinguish pain from pleasure.
“And what else…?” I whisper, the world spinning all around me.
“You know what else,” he whispers back, and his fingers move down to my belly, and then further down.
It happens fast.
He places one hand on my hip and flattens the other right between my legs. With a quick movement, he spins me around and pins me against the wall, his hand tightly pressed against my aching pussy.
I know, I know…
I shouldn’t be doing this. But guess what?
I’mtotallydoing this.