Lily blushes hard and shrugs not wanting to answer as I tuck one finger in the flap of her fly and drag it up to the button.
“Tragic,” I say as I fiddle with the button but don’t undo it. “Also, a little insulting. I just kind of assumed you were getting off thinking about me as much I’ve been getting off thinking about you.”
Her mouth drops open. She snaps it shut almost immediately and side-eyes me. “You’re kidding.”
“Not even a little,” I admit. “It’s almost shameful. It’s hard enough not to touch myself but it’s even harder not to touch you.”
“Well, um…” Lily turns a dozen shades of pink and red. “You can touch me now. If you want.”
“Ah. But I didn’t ask you whatIwant. I asked you whatyouwant.”
I tug on the waist of her pants but not hard enough to pull the button free. She squirms in my lap squeezing her thighs together. The heat between us rising by the second.
“Is that what you want, Lilypop? Do you want me to touch you?”
She nods emphatically with the brightest, sweetest smile on her pretty lips. “Yes. Very much.”
Finally, I give a hard tug and pull the button free. Lily’s legs fall open as I push my hand inside her cotton undies between them.
Lily’s head lulls back with a deep moaning sigh when I drag my fingers through her wet pussy and around her clit.
She’s so slick and hot, it’s hard to keep this slow pace. There will be time for hard and fast later. After she’s been properly appreciated. Tended to. If it’s been that long since she’s even taken care of herself, I need to do this right. Even though it’s been a long time for me and all I want is to rip her clothes off and fuck her dizzy.
It doesn’t take long before she’s gushing and pulsing around my fingers. Biting her lips together to keep the muffled scream from bursting out.
I’ll fix that soon enough.
Lily licks her lips, dry from panting. I cup her sex relishing the final beats of her release.
Batting heavy eyelids at me, she slides her hands down my chest to the waist of my slacks and starts fumbling with my fly.
She wants to reciprocate. I appreciate the hell out of the offer but that’s not what tonight is about.
Taking her hands into mine, I make my plans—the plans I’ve had all day and can’t wait to follow through with—known. “I can take care of myself, Lilypop. Tonight is about taking care of you.”
