Was that dance for me? Needing the reminder, I questioned.
My hand was pushed lower as she nodded. This lady was a mess of inconsistencies, Christ.
What else did you consider? I queried. Did you consider my lips and the face I had between your thighs?
She bit her lip and continued to nod.
I reached down to touch her and said, "I wanted to touch you." Just as in this.
Her body curved against mine as it stooped down to crouch over the desk underneath me. I murmured, my voice low and harsh, "I want to feel how wet you are." My breathing was labored. "How wet you are, knowing that I came this morning while watching you."
My fingers lowered themselves.
She shrieked.
The question "Are you watching?" I questioned while inserting one finger. I slid in quickly, stroking my thumb in circles over her clit, while she nodded. I muttered, "You're so fucking wet," as my fangs brushed against her shoulder.
"We shouldn't do this here," she said.