Emmalee
At first, all he does is touch me through my panties like he usually does.
But things escalate quickly, and my eyes widen when he hooks his fingers on the waistband of my panties and tugs them down my legs.
The air in the room hits my wet center, and a chill races down my spine, and goosebumps spread across the surface of my skin. The chill I feel quickly transforms into heat, though, the smoldering kind that melts my core and stains my cheeks red. The way he’s eyeing me down there makes me feel a little shy, which is strange because there was never any shyness where intimacy was concerned, not between us.
I was always comfortable with him. I was the one who wanted to do things. I initiated most of the time. I can’t say I’m uncomfortable, but things are definitely starting t
