"Tell me what you imagined back then."
It was an order, and instantly my body stiffened. "I was upset that you didn't kiss me at the party. I touched my lips, wondering if you didn't want to kiss them."
“Demonstrate. Continue.”
From my lips, my hand trailed down to my breasts, twisting my n****e between my fingers. I let out a soft moan, locking eyes with Marco through the mirror.
“Does Marco not wanna touch these?” My fingers slid down to my waist, rubbing slow, teasing strokes. “I wanted your hands right here.” Then, biting my lip, I let my hand wander lower, fingers brushing over the heat between my legs. Marco let out a deep, guttural groan.
“Does Marco not wanna f**k me here? Doesn’t he wanna sink his c**k deep inside me?”
I could already feel how wet I was—had been, since Marco
