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“Because this feels so much better when your body has received the adoration it deserves.” They unfurl the gauzy fabric, letting its corner kiss my shoulder. “Be a good lover to yourself. Set the standard you expect from someone else.”
They trail the scarf over my breasts and down to my abdomen, moving to kneel behind me as they trace it along the back of my body. I shiver from the light touch, my skin puckering into goosebumps.
“You can run your hands all over like this.” They bring it down to my feet, then drag it back up to my shins, working their way above my knees.
My inner thighs are slick when I rub them together, longing for Zephyr move higher. To feel more pressure than the slip of fabric that’s barely more tangible than air.
“When your fingers find your pussy, you should already be aching for them.”
“Pussy?”
They rise, dangling the scarf over the spot the library books label as a vulva.
“Your cunt, your quim.” The words are dripping with a lasciviousness that makes me think they’re only meant to be spoken in an intimate setting. One like this. “Whatever you want to call it.”
“I like pussy.” I run my hand over my soft folds.
They flash their teeth. “Heh. Me too.”
Damn them. They know that’s not what I meant.
I brace one hand back on the dresser, my hips tilting forward as I splay myself open.
That gets rid of their smug little grin. They make a noise that doesn’t sound human as I circle the pearl there—my clit.
I’m already wet and swollen. A tingling spreads through my pelvis almost as soon as I start rubbing myself.
Zephyr’s breathing grows heavy, emboldening me. I dip a finger into myself, then another, exploring that strange pleasure that feels as deep and mysterious as the sea itself.
They place their hand over their mouth, pinching their lips as they bend at the waist, watching me work my fingers in and out of myself. Withdrawing leaves me feeling empty, but they drop their hand, and their mouth falls open, entranced.
That feeling is building again. I rub short vertical strokes over my clit to chase it.
My knees wobble as my low belly flutters, and I feel that sudden tug, like a strong undertow that warns a big wave is coming. I bring my hand to my thigh, retreating.
“What are you doing?” Zephyr asks. “I can feel how close you are. Keep going.”
But the sensation is overwhelming. “I can’t. This is all so new.”
“Take your time. Breathe, and let yourself feel it.” They touch my arms. “It doesn’t have to be tonight…”
But I want it to be. “What if you hold me?”
They shake their head, and I close my eyes to shield myself from their rejection.
The ground falls away beneath me. Zephyr moves so quickly to lift me by my hips that I don’t even see them until they’re spinning me around and placing me in front of the dresser chair.
Taking a seat, they pull me down onto their lap and maneuver my ankles to the outsides of their legs. Their small breasts are soft against my back, a lovely contrast to the muscular quads and biceps holding me in place.
“Is that better, princess?”
“Yes.”
They widen their knees, spreading me open. “Then keep playing with that gorgeous pussy.”
They purr that last word, knowing exactly what it does to me.
Maybe that’ll annoy me tomorrow, but I’m too worked up to care. I toy with my clit, and it doesn’t take long to feel that surge threatening to take me under again.
