She stepped closer. Her n*****s pressed against his damp shirt. Tentatively she reached up to touch his face, “Yes, I’m begging. Please, Simon…”
He placed both hands on her ass cheeks and roughly pulled her to him. “Yes, Simon, yes,” she whispered, “like that.” She stood on tiptoe and tilted her head. Her lips touched his softly and parted. She slid her tongue into his mouth and moaned.
Abruptly he released her and stepped away. “The words,” he said, “say the words.”
The rush of heat spread from her bare breasts to her wet p***y. “I need you, Simon Ruben. I think I’ve always needed you; needed you to take me; needed to belong to you. It began way back when I was very young. I felt it but didn’t understand what it meant. I didn’t know till now.”
He stood looking at her frowning. Like S
