The Taste of Submission
He slid his hand lower, his fingers teasing the seam of my pussy, making me shiver violently with anticipation.
"Please..." I was pleading now, my hips grinding against his hand, wanting so much more, needing him to just... take.
He smirked against my skin, his fingers continuing to torment me, never quite giving me what I needed. But then, in one swift, calculated motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slid them down. I helped him, kicking them off, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze. He didn't waste a second. He slowly dipped two of his fingers inside my heat, curling them immediately to find that sensitive spot deep within me.