Yikes. She thought he would have known where she meant. She moved her hand to cup her pussy.
“Oh, there? You want my mouth on your pussy?”
“Yes,” she cried. Finally, he was getting it.
“Say it then.”
“Say what?”
She leaned up on her elbows, staring down at him as he slid her panties off her legs.
Now she was bare. He stared at her and she could feel herself blushing. Could he see the cellulite on her thighs? Her rounded tummy? The stretch marks on her sides?
The only light on was the one by the bed, so maybe he couldn’t see her that well. But when he didn’t say anything, her insecurities started to grow.
“So fucking beautiful.”
“I’m not really,” she whispered.
He frowned. “Don’t want to hear that. You’re fucking beautiful.”
Did he really think so?
Wonder filled her at the idea that he thought her attractive. Flaws and all.
“You’re sure?”
“Girl, I don’t say shit I don’t mean. Quit the insecure crap.”
Okay.
Maybe he really did see her that way.
He kissed around her belly button, and she didn’t try to suck in or tense up, worried at what he thought. Then he moved lower and she closed her eyes, ready to sink into the pleasure. But all he did was run his tongue along her slit before moving back up to her nipples.
“Gray,” she moaned.
“What?”
“Please, stop teasing me.”
“Teasing you? I’m not teasing you.”
“Yes, you are.”
He moved lower again. This time, he kissed along her mound.
“I’m making you wait.”
“What? Why?”
He glanced up at her from where he had his mouth hovering above her pussy. “Because you made me wait.”
What was he talking about? She hadn’t teased him like this before she’d gotten him off. This was unfair. It was cruel. She should find someone to complain about it to.
Ahh, right, maybe not that last part.
“I didn’t make you wait.”