Wet Confessions
Gabriella4whyte together for years, but he didn't know my real identityit took me by surprise the hatred in his eyeshe couldn't shake off the he felt for heri told him i missed him he said nothing
He groaned low in his throat, his hand shifting on his thigh like he was fighting restraint.
“That’s it,” he whispered, eyes locked on my wetness. “You’re already dripping, aren’t you? And you haven’t even been touched yet.”
Shame burned, but so did the pulse between my legs.
And then his next words came, darker than the steam itself.
“Rule three,” he said, leaning closer, his hand finally moving toward me. “When I touch you, you don’t come until I say.”
The First Touch
His hand hovered, the heat of it almost worse than the steam. My thighs quivered, spread open like an offering, shame dripping down with my sweat.
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