My pulse is heavy and quick in my ears.
I can’t seem to stand still, crossing my ankles and uncrossing them just as quickly. Squeezing my thighs together. Laughing at a conversation between Sasha and her cousins, but barely hearing a single word that’s exchanged. This time the general isn’t wearing sunglasses, so I know he’s staring at me. I can feel the heat of his gaze meandering up the backs of my legs and lingering on my butt. I can’t seem to stop myself from c*****g one hip and dropping the other, arching my back slightly so he can memorize the pathways of my body.
I’m thirty yards from the man but I can still feel his expert tongue working against my s*x, can still hear the way he spoke to me. With such blunt ownership. But is he actually taking it? Or is he pushing me away? The la
