He’s savouring the friction, the way our skin drags against skin as the rest of our clothes end up in a heap on the floor.
I reach for his belt, my breath coming in short, jagged bursts. "You're taking too long," I breathe, a challenge in my eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere," he states, his voice dropping to a dark, possessive register.
I almost laughed, I had dressed like the sluttiest version of myself not expecting he might come in today. My skirt barely covers my ass, my n*****s practically cutting through my top.
He ran two fingers up my slit, collecting my wetness, then pushed them into his mouth and sucked them clean while staring up at me.
I whimpered, jerking my hips forward.
He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me completely, and licked a slow stripe from my en
