49. Was he jealous?

Erica

He settled his palm on my pûssy, cupping my whole mound in his big hand. And then his middle finger, parted my pussy lips and slid against my clit. And I moaned. Unable to stop the involuntary sound before it escaped my throat, my moan echoed around us and his golden gaze blazed.

“We have to get rid of these.” He rubbed the soft, damp hair on my mound. “As endearing as these are, I would like to see you bare and open for me.” How could he be so filthy mouthed? His dirty words, in that silky accent and in his deep voice made me wetter. Made me want to slap him, curse at him and jump him at the same time.

I closed my eyes as he tapped my clit with his middle finger. That soft touch after two days put me on the edge, panting and shaking with need, I settled my hands on his shoulders as my arse moved without any thought. A few moments later, I realized that he was as still as a statue while I was trying to fûck his finger. And then his hand around my waist stopped me.

I opened my e