“Who said I’m wearin’ any?”
I clear my throat to stop myself from moaning. “Posey.”
“Fine, fine.” She grins slyly over her shoulder before doing what I asked.
“Now tell me how it feels,” I whisper desperately.
“So wet and needy. It’s achin’ for it,” she replies.
Fuck.
I cage her in my arms, grabbing the edge of the countertop for support. My body molds around hers, making it easier for my lips to brush against her ear.
“Good…you’re gonna explode all over your hand so I can steal a taste later, got it?”
She hums.
Since I can’t touch or feel her, I’ll talk her through imagining I am.
“Rub your clit, nice and steady, and imagine my mouth on you. Kissin’ your thighs as I make my way between ’em and lick that slutty tattoo on your ass cheek.”
“God, yes,” she breathes out the words and sinks into me as the tension releases from her body.
“Then I’d fill your greedy pussy with my fingers while I teased your clit, flicking and sucking it until you couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Yes,please.”
She continues touching herself, moaning while she pants through the euphoria.
“You’re doin’ so good, Posey. Stay focused for me.”
“I am.” Her back arches. “It’s so good.”
“Your body’s so needy and responsive. And you’re gonna give it what it wants, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.” She nods eagerly.
“Perfect, now spread your legs…”
I move to give her room and she does immediately.
“Thatta girl. Slide your hand down and feel how wet you are.” I lower my mouth slightly and press my lips to her neck, sucking lightly. “Is it ready for me?”
“Yes…God, yes.”
“Now fuck that tight little pussy and tell me how good it is.”
“It’s so good…” she whimpers. “Fuck.”
Her breathy moans are killing me, but I’m eating up every single one.
“How many fingers have you stuffed in that filthy cuntof yours?”
“Two.”
“Can you add a third?”
“I’m not sure…”