LivIn my fantasy I hadn’t counted on feeling exposed, but that was exactly how I felt on tiptoe with my ass in the air.
Tristan wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me against him. His other hand ran down my back. When his fingers reached my panties, he ran them along my butt crack. I shivered. He palmed me, his fingers stroking the front of my panties while his palm pressed into my folds. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and squeezed my legs together in frustration. I needed the release only he could give me.
“Feel that?” His hands grabbed my t**s. He kneaded my n*****s, tugging on my erect points. No gentle stroking. In the polished chrome kitchen backsplash, I saw myself with Tristan behind me.
He caught my gaze in the reflection. I was restless with desire. I pushed my ass agai
