‘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.”

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

too happy to take them off. My pussy is running hot, streaming and my panties are hideously uncomfortable. I strip them away to reveal my dark curls, glistening wet. Uncertainly, I run my fingers through the moist

of course,

eyes not leaving my body, he picks up his glass from the side table, tasting the wine, a deep velvet crimson in the

Open your legs. Show

My breath catches again.

lie back onto the covers but laid out so flat, I’m not comfortable, and

says. “I want you to

They should offend me, but instead, I

I can look him in the eye again. Perspiration runs down my face and I’m sure that my mascara must

“Show me what you want me to do to you; where you want me to touch

the wine glass still in his hand. He sips at it, watching me

are you being shy? I want to know you. I want

he nudges at first one, then the other with the glass, easing them

he will sit in the chair again, to watch me, but instead, 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

as wide as I am able. His lips don’t move, but his eyes smile as they travel from my face to my pink and

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

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

what you want me to do, where you want

away the hood of my

aroused like that. I can see that you’re embarrassed,

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