Orion looks at me, a burning desire evident on his face and eyes.
"You," I gasp as his thumb circles my n****e.
His other hand slides down my stomach. "I want you."
His hand reaches the button of my jeans and for a moment I think he is going to pop it open and slide those skilled fingers exactly where I'm throbbing for him. Instead, he pauses, his forehead dropping to rest between my breasts as he takes a shuddering breath.
"Bailey," he breathes out, his voice strained. "We need to stop."
"What?” my body screames with protest.
What does he mean by we need to stop? When I'm sure my messy p***y is dripping with want.
"Bailey, if we don't stop now, I won't be able to hold back anymore." He pulls back, and I can see how much effort that action takes him.
“ Then don't stop. Don't f*****
