Unholy Cravings (Collection of Short Stories)
The way her body responded to the slightest touch told me she was on the edge already, needing more but too scared to ask.
I leaned closer, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "You're shaking," I murmured, dragging my hand just a little higher until I found the opening of her pussy. "That for me?"
She nodded, eyes half-lidded, lips parting as a soft moan slipped free again — barely audible, but enough to make me want to throw every rule out the window.
"You want me to stop?" I asked, not pulling away instead pulling my finger deeper.
Her head turned, her eyes locking with mine. There was a quiet kind of fire there — nervous, guilty, but still burning. “No," she whispered.