I blush, but even my embarrassment isn't strong enough to make me keep the words inside of me.
“Your tongue.”
A finger slips between the delicate fabric and my skin, and I shudder. He follows the seam, teasing the opening. Making me want more.
My hips jerk forward but he stops the movement with a firm hand ont hips.
“What did I tell you?”
He can't expect me to answer questions right now, can he?
“Hope,” he warns.
I guess he can. Now if only I could keep my mind clear enough to focus.
The lazy way he strokes me derails every attempt at coherent thoughts.
Think. Um, something about being in charge or… orders or….
His fingers pull away, and I growl.
“Focus,” he slaps my inner thigh lightly.
“I’m trying.”
“If you want me to give you what you need, you're going to have to give me w
