‘Mine’…?

Am I his…?

I think I am….

He waits, saying nothing.

Waiting for my reaction?

Yes, I think so.

Biting my lower lip, I cup my breasts in my hands, lifting them, thumbing my nipples, pressing them together to exhibit my cleavage.

His eyes follow my movements. He’s keeping his cool, but I think I see the press of his erection showing. As I circle the darker halos of the areolae, the skin crinkles tighter and his pupils, widening, turn his already shadowed eyes all but black.

“Enough,” he says. My hands freeze in mid-movement.

His eyes lock with mine, then indicate down.

“You want me to….?”

“Show me.”

top of my panties, his eyes tracking the movement. “Take them off,” he says. “I want to see

is running hot, streaming and my panties are hideously uncomfortable. I strip them away to

of course,

body, he picks up his glass from the side table, tasting the wine, a deep velvet crimson in the dim

says. “I want more than that. Lie back. Open your legs. Show me all of yourself. Show me what I’m going

My breath catches again.

back onto the covers but laid out so flat,

from the bed. “Raise your head and shoulders,” he says. “I want you to be able to move. And I want to see your

They should offend me, but instead, I

propped against the pillows, I can look him in the eye again. Perspiration runs down my face and I’m sure that

me what you want me to do to you; where you want me to touch you, how you want me to touch

in his hand. He sips at it,

shy? I want to know you. I want to see

but he nudges at first one, then the other with the

he sits beside me on the bed, close enough that I scent him. He smells of musk and lust and sex and masculinity and…. I want this man…. I want to give myself to him

but his eyes smile as

says. “Show me, and I’ll give you everything you ask for. Everything you

and desire, I trace the line of my swollen, almost melting folds with fingers that glide, wet and slippery from my pussy to

spot. Show me what you want me to do, where you

the

how beautiful you are, aroused like that. I can see that you’re embarrassed, but

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