I give my n*****s another pinch, feeling my panties mold to my p***y from how wet they are. “Wicked because of things I’ve done or wicked because of things I want to do?”
He smiles and says, “Both.”
“Well, I’ve never done anything with anyone, Adam, except myself, so not a very wicked girl from things I’ve done, but my thoughts are very wicked.”
I let out a soft moan when he trails his fingers down my neck to dance them along my collarbone. “And what do you think about doing that’s so wicked?”
He traces a line along one of my t**s, making me inhale sharply and instinctively arch my chest out to him as my head tips back. I can’t breathe, let alone talk, and when he runs his thumb over my n****e, I breathe out a “f**k,” that has him laughing again.
“We’re going to have to do something a
