Sweet Dreams
For fear I’ll wake up from this dream, and it must be a dream .
“Spread your legs wider,” he demands and for once I obey him instantly without a fight. If he doesn’t touch me quickly, I’m going to expire right here over his lap. His fingers part my folds and I quiver, my belly dancing in anticipation.
“So wet.”
"Please.” It’s all I can say between gasps, moans, and whimpers of pleasure. Those fingers explore my folds, taking turns dipping inside me, stroking with curling fingers, then sliding out to find my nub.