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“Absolutely not.”Spook lifted her arms and held them clasped within one hand as he bracketed her against the tiles.“It should definitely be just us.Also, just because it happened the once doesn’t mean it ever has to happen again.Whatever you’re happy with.”
“But do you like it?”
“I don’t dislike it.”
He had her caged now, and restrained, and she didn’t even recall how it had happened.His hips were level with hers.His head bowed towards her.He looked as if he were about to ravish her.Alle shifted her feet, which caused her hip to bump up against his morning glory.Spook hissed as he inhaled sharply.Then pursed his lips.
“I was wondering, are you going to do something with that?”
“Were you now?”
“Yeah.Are you?”
“Depends what sort of something you’re thinking about.A dance, perhaps?”He jerked his hips which caused his penis to perform a windmill like arc.
Alle almost choked on her laughter.
“Nope?”
“I was thinking of something with more of a back and forth motion.”
“In and out?”He tried that motion.
“Yeah.That’s the one.”She kissed the water droplets from his face.“That a notion you’re prepared to entertain?”
His expression turned distinctly mischievous, which was better than the agitation she’d expected.“Maybe,” he drawled.“Ask me what my favourite sexual fantasy is?”
Ask him.She got shivers merely contemplating the many possibilities.Still, why ask him when he could go ahead and tell her?“It’s not something already mentioned?”
“Ask me.”
“I’m not sure I dare.It could be so debauched that I’ll pass out from the mere notion of it.”
He arched a brow.
“You do keep telling me you’re a monster, and who knows what they fantasise about.I mean, it’s going to be utterly filthy, isn’t it?It’s not going to be anything tame, like fucking in a cornfield or some light slap and tickle.”
“I’m completely un-ticklish.”
“Hm.Then at least assure me there’s spanking involved?”
“You’d like it if there was.”He slipped his fingers inside the elastic of her panties.Alle held her breath as she anticipated the glide of his slicked fingers against her clit.The touch, however, proved fleeting.He barely skimmed her sensitive bud, but aimed lower, sliding the tips of two broad fingers inside her while he drove the heel of his hand against her clit.“The thing is, from what I’m seeing, I don’t think you really want to know.”
“That’s not true.”If she could shine a light and illuminate every one of his thoughts she’d do it, though perhaps not all at once.“What is it you dream about Spook?”
He laughed.“That’s not even slightly the same thing.”
“Fine.Tell me your deliciously wicked fantasy, the one that’s guaranteed to always get you off.The one you deliberately haven’t thought about for a decade because if you did you’d have to get off, and saintly celibates don’t wank themselves to sleep at night like the rest of us.”
Teasingly he nibbled her earlobe, while his hand continued to apply pressure to her clit.“Is that so?Every night?”
“Twice if I’ve recently spoken or exchanged texts with you.”
There was a rumble in his chest as he laughed.“Next time we’re apart, remind me to video call.”
“Ooh.”She sucked in her lips as if vexed by the idea.Really, she was already squirming in anticipation of the opportunity.Additionally, why hadn’t she thought of that before now?Months she’d spent masturbating like crazy, her phone discarded on the sheets beside her, pretty pictures playing on a reel inside her head, when she could have been watching the real live version.That was assuming she’d have ever managed to get him to play along.
“Actually, what do you say to giving me a preview?”He stepped back, pulling his hand free of her panties.Alle watched him suck her moisture from his fingertips.“Get yourself off now, while I watch.”
