Did I- hnngf~ - did I want him to do that? Did I want him to- AH~
Not even my thoughts are coherent anymore as his fingers continue to tease the bundle of nerves, stroking slowly around it, ignoring it on purpose. He was driving me crazy. Absolutely crazy! I wanted to dig my nails into his skin, but I could barely stand on my legs anymore, there was little strength left to fight back, and for a brief second, I wondered what the hell was in that wine that made me so easily bendable to his whim. Did I even have the power to say no?
My eyes are closed and I am fighting the urge to slap him, ride him, scream at him, all at once. He was taunting me and despite how wickedly delicious that was, I hated him for it! How dare he mess with me like that?! How dare he make my mind go numb? How dare
