Up to my chest.
My nipples grew tight. Hard.
I moved Steven’s fingertip to my clit and then pulled it away.
I exhaled a slow breath.
Then to make my point clearer and make the moment even hotter for Steven, I brought his fingertips to my lips.
I pretended his fingertip was lipstick.
Then I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
His lips barely touched mine before he pulled away.
Panic washed across his face.
I started to smile.
I remembered all the little fantasies Steven had. I knew what kind of porn he liked to watch too. He liked a woman in charge. And that’s what he had right now.
I grabbed his shirt and pushed him into the bedroom.
I kicked the door shut.
“Pants. Off.”
“Anna,” Steven said. “Wait a second.”
“There is no waiting. I’m soaked. My pussy is throbbing.”
“Oh wow,” Steven said. “Um…”
I growled and charged for him.
I grabbed the front of his pants and opened them.
“Let’s see what this tastes like,” I purred.
I dropped to my knees and heard Steven moan.
I stared at his flaccid cock.
The thing just hanging there.
He was definitely thegrower not a showertype.
Which was okay with me.
It was just a little…little… not much to work with when soft.
I exhaled a deep, hot breath to his cock.
I pressed my lips to his bulbous head.
I opened my mouth and groaned, flickering my tongue against it.
Steven’s cock pulsed.