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I say, “I’m sure the comforter has had days like that before.”
“Salty.”
“Guess I need a spanking.”
“How about instead you rub your sweet, wet pussy while I listen?”
“Yes, sir, I already am.”
“What does it feel like?”
“Warm. Smooth. Slippery.”
“Jane, I want you to slip one finger into your cunt and tell me if you feel your cherry.”
I can’t help but let out a giggle. “So brazen.”
“Girl, we are going to figure this out tonight. Do it.”
I like it when he’s bossy. I do as he says; I insert my finger into my pussy. My folds are making my fingers totally soaked, so I easily sink deeper. There it is.
“Something is there, kind of in the way.”
“That’s it. You’re not married.”
“But we knew that.”
“We did.”
“So now what?” I ask.
“Do you want me to come to your room?”
I think about it. On one hand, I desperately do. My body wants nothing more than to feel his arms around me. I want to lay eyes on his cock, take his thickness in my hands and guide it into me, pushing past my virginity once and for all so my body knows it belongs to him.
But something else is in the way.
“I want to wait until we’re home. At your house. Does that make sense?”
“Sweet Jane, I will do whatever it takes and wait for as long as it takes you to be ready. I’m crazy about you.”
“I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before. It doesn’t feel like anyone has.”
“And I’m going to make you feel like nobody has ever made you feel, right the fuck now. Do you feel your clit? Tomorrow night, I’m gonna own it.”
My finger slips out of my vagina and I caress my folds until my clit is on fire with need for attention. It’s a bundle of aroused nerve endings, the source of my body screaming, yearning for release.
I groan as I rub in circles around it. “I can feel you touching it.”
“I’m not touching it, sweetness. I’m sucking on it.”
I cry out as my body reaches the next level of heat, of anxious yearning. I feel like I might die if he doesn’t finish me.
“Oh my god,” I breathe.
Shep’s voice shifts from sultry to urgent. I can sense him thrusting into his own hands while he speaks, punctuating every sentence with a lustful pump. “I’m gonna taste every bit of you.”
“Yes, Shep,” I sigh, my fingers urging my sex onward toward the point of no return.
