God, he’s as hot for this as I am.
He lowers his hand and we both hold our breath. My chin tilts towards the ceiling in anticipation.
His fingers dust through my pubic hair. I don’t have much—an inch square and cut super short —and I see a trace of a smile cross his face, he feels how wet I am and his eyes close and his mouth falls open in awe.
He tips his head back and mouths the word, “Fuck.”
Oh God, I’m so hot for it right now.
His thumb glides back and forth through my open flesh, and he turns, his eyes holding mine as he pushes his thumb inside me.
I clench, and he shudders.
He’s going to come. He’s going to come, just from touching me.
Manic killing breaks out on the blaring television, and everyone is screaming with gunshots ringing out all around us, but all I can feel is t
