“What is that princess?” He asked, his legs teasing mine from under the table as he kept dropping kisses on my hand.
Princess… The way he said that word, and the rest of the endearments he used for me, made me want to melt in his arms.
I clenched my still-wet thighs, my panties stretching, and I tried to focus.
“You haven’t told me much about yourself.”
“As you haven’t either.”
“What? You know my name.” I said, my brows raised.
He chuckled, replying sarcastically, “As you know mine?”
“Oh, stop this….” I groaned frustratingly, and he laughed huskily.
“I’m just telling the truth. What is it you want to know, baby girl? I might have to answer anything you ask when I’m eating you out. I’ve been saying this, but I haven’t had a suitable time to do it.”
I reddened embarrassingl
