Chapter Seven
The teasing, it's almost infuriating. It almost drives me crazy. I'm just panting and I'm waiting for him to do more than what he's doing. It already feels so good. But he keeps lingering. His fingers are lingering very close to that sensitive, swollen part of nerves.
And I just want him there. I just want him to slide his fingers down, down my v****a, grab some of that wetness that I can just feel pulling onto the table already and just rub my lid, finger me, make me come right on his fingers. That's what I want.
And I feel like I'm communicating that need very well to him. But he just keeps looking at me with that smirk on his face, that very proud face. Cause he can tell that he's killing me right now.
“Please, you're killing me”, I say to him. And he brings his lips
