My curse gets lost in the thickness of his palm.
“This is not the time to talk, babe,” he murmurs, wedging his knee between my legs.
His hand slides up, parting my thighs.
Cold fingers pull the panties to the side, touching my warm flesh. The addictive pleasure soars quickly while his fingers press and rub.
He keeps trailing my slit from behind, stroking the flesh between my folds while using his thumb to probe my entrance before easily sliding it between my warm walls.
A grunt falls to my ears as he starts grinding against me.
Pushing back a moan, I try to pivot so I can face him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he growls in my ear, shifting his position and tightening his arm around my waist, roughly grabbing my mound while forcing me to arch my body.
He pushes his hard meat harder against me, rubbing it against my body.
Teasing me.
I whip my head to the side.
“Is this better...?” he asks.
No word falls from my lips.
“I guess it is...” he says to himself, his voice hoarse and deep.
He keeps grinding into me.
The more he moves, the more he fuels my pleasure and the need to have him buried deep between my legs.
He grabs the back of my dress and rips it off completely.
I start to swivel to him.
“Don’t move!” he barks, and I freeze. “Open your legs,” he demands.
I spread my legs, struggling to keep my balance on my heels.
The air licks my heated skin before a cold, metallic blade slides over my inner thigh.
My pulse spikes, and my skin is dotted with goosebumps.
Hot and throbbing, I’m grappling with the need to close my legs.
The blade rolls over the swell of my butt and slips under my panties. Holding my panties away from my crotch, he presses the cold, metal edge against my flesh. The throbbing quickens, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
I turn to stone and close my eyes, relishing the tingles swirling in my core. Feeding on that sensation, I begin to forget before reliving everything.
He breathes heavily behind my back.
He’s almost there, edging, and for a moment, I have the perfect picture of his hard, wet, glistening cock, dripping with pre-cum, and the image of him eager to enter me and hammer me until releasing the tension built inside him.
The pleasure snowballs through me, and I’m right there with him, seconds away from coming.
He knows it.
He senses it.