darkwarrioress57
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“I hope you aren’t too much of a trouble maker, I have been pleased with what I’ve seen so far. You have obeyed me and not touched yourself today. I take it you seek to please me?”
She laughed softly in response.
“I am and always will be a troublemaker in some form or another,” she gave him a sideways amused look, “What fun is there in someone always be compliant?”
She gave a brief unladylike snort.
“Please you? The thought did not occur to me. I’ve merely been busy.”
She wasn’t sure how much of that was exactly true. His touch was certainly distracting and alarmingly seductive. As his touch slid over her stomach, she felt the muscles there tighten and butterflies started fluttering. It didn’t stop there, it slid lower, moving to her thighs and then beyond. She could feel the inner core of her femininity tense, felt herself grow wet or was that wetter? Her hips instinctively rose to meet his hand. Her thighs spread of their own volition. She hadn’t known that she had been holding her breath until his fingers filtered through her feminine curls and away.
“I wonder if you want me to touch you for you?”
Her fingers curled around his wrist, stopping his ascent. Her eyes were curious.
“I’m not sure what you mean, but I certainly don’t want you to stop.”
She laughed softly in response.
“I am and always will be a troublemaker in some form or another,” she gave him a sideways amused look, “What fun is there in someone always be compliant?”
She gave a brief unladylike snort.
“Please you? The thought did not occur to me. I’ve merely been busy.”
She wasn’t sure how much of that was exactly true. His touch was certainly distracting and alarmingly seductive. As his touch slid over her stomach, she felt the muscles there tighten and butterflies started fluttering. It didn’t stop there, it slid lower, moving to her thighs and then beyond. She could feel the inner core of her femininity tense, felt herself grow wet or was that wetter? Her hips instinctively rose to meet his hand. Her thighs spread of their own volition. She hadn’t known that she had been holding her breath until his fingers filtered through her feminine curls and away.
“I wonder if you want me to touch you for you?”
Her fingers curled around his wrist, stopping his ascent. Her eyes were curious.
“I’m not sure what you mean, but I certainly don’t want you to stop.”