‘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.”

tracking the movement. “Take them off,” he says. “I want

panties are hideously uncomfortable. I strip them away to reveal my dark curls, glistening wet. Uncertainly, I run my fingers through the moist hair. I can

of course, so

leaving my body, he picks up his glass from the side table,

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.

laid out so flat, I’m not comfortable, and it is not easy

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

should

again. Perspiration runs down my face and I’m sure that my mascara must be running, but he doesn’t

with a deep, gravelly edge. “Show me what you want me to do to

me, the wine glass still in his hand. He

to know you. I want to see

are slightly parted, but he nudges at first one, then

bed, close enough that I scent him. He smells of musk and lust and sex and masculinity

don’t move, but

better,” he says. “Show me, and I’ll give you everything you ask

the line of my swollen, almost melting folds with fingers that glide, wet

your sweet spot. Show me what you want me to

thumb away the

you are, aroused like that. I can see that you’re embarrassed, but please don’t be timid with

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