“Yeah,” she giggles as she looks at me. “Tell me that hiding doesn’t make it hotter?”
I don’t answer her. I don’t need to; she already knows.
“Or how dancing this closely to danger doesn’t turn you on?”
She bites her lip.
“Face it, Elias, you were bored with your life before you fucked me?”
“Baby, I’m a cop. I see danger all the time.” I laugh out, nodding to her.
“That’s mild compared to how we grew up.” She reaches down, pulling at the hem of her shirt and up over her head.
“We never saw any danger.” I laugh out.
“You can sense it all over the compound, still can. Everyone there knows one wrong move and everything can come toppling down…”
Leaning in again, she catches my lips with hers, controlling our movements for a moment as I think over what she just said. Is that why I feel so jaded? Have I really been sitting in a stale, boring life, just waiting my time until something happens?
Pulling back, she looks at me. “Tell me I’m wrong?”
It brings a laugh out of me as I look at her again. Shaking my head. She can read me like a fucking book.
The TV’s glow glinting off the necklace that’s around her neck. “What’s this?”
“Oh!” she laughs. “Just keeping your sacrifice close to me.” Lifting the necklace away from her chest.
My laughter echoes around the room. “How did you manage to turn my tooth into a charm?”
“I dunno.” She shrugs, a small giggle slipping from her. “Apparently there’s a market for it too.”
“You’re so weird.” Laughing as I continue to look at it, realizing how my seeing this assomewhat sweetsays something about me as well. “Come here.” Is the only thing I can think to say, tugging her to me. “I need to feel your lips.”
She smirks as she leans into me.
Stopping her, I shake my head. “Not those lips.” Raising an eyebrow, making her eyes widen. “Sit on my face.”
“Uh…” she trails off.
My hands coming down, finding their way to the top of her thighs as I inch her up my body. Wetting my lips as her pussy gets closer.
I can see the hesitation on her face, and for some reason it’s causing glee to roll up inside.
“Drew,” comes out in a demanding tone.
Instead of waiting for her hesitation to subside, I slip my hands under her thighs and lift her up.
“Shit,” she gasps as she comes off balance before sitting her directly over my face.
“So fucking beautiful.” I whisper, not so she can hear it, but honestly just because I can’t help myself. “Now sit.” I tell her as I lift my fingers up, quickly work them underneath her panties and pull them to the side.
Slipping my fingers inside her, she gasps, but I can still feel her hesitation.
“Sketch.” It comes out demanding.
“Ugh.” She lets out an awkward laugh.
I continue to watch my fingers as I move them out of her.
