VII. JohnShe's doing it again, teasing me. Coaxing my wild side out of me until I revert to instinct. And she's damn good at it too.
Spectacular is one word for the image in front of me. Every other term I can think of is too crude to say out loud.
She watches me intently, no doubt taking in every breath, every uncontrollable shiver and twitch and sigh caused by her soft caresses. The tension inside me builds to near unbearable levels and on the one hand I want to give in, but at the same time I'm enjoying her soft t*****e.
On her back, she spreads her thighs ever so slightly. Almost as if she didn't mean for me to notice, still it takes my breath away. Her gaze betrays her intentions, it's all part of the game.
Following her example, I try to turn the situation around. Running my fing
