An invitation to move in?
Then, rolling her onto her back. with my hand lightly between her breasts, I press her down. “Stay there. Be comfortable.” She sighs, relaxing back, but all the while, her eyes follow me.
Moving to kneel between her thighs, I drift my fingertips in a slow line over the tender skin between knee and inner thigh. Mitch groans, letting out a breath.
“Good?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Open your legs further.”
She raises her head, her eyes meeting mine again. “I will, but I want to come with you inside me.”
“If that’s what you want.”
Pliant and soft-eyed, one hand curved behind her head, she leans back against the pillow, widening the vee of her thighs. Her perfume: heady, intoxicating: rises and my shaft swells and hardens once more.
A hand to either side, I stroke that soft
