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Chapter6

#Chapter6

The more I think about it the more I slap myself on the face, hard. I am his damn therapist but here I am giving him the fuck me wanton I can't wait to feel you throbbing inside my drenched pussy vibe. Maybe I over did it, maybe he cringed internally, but God I wanted him to raise my dress up, bend me on the couch and fuck my brains out. The commanding sexual tension bouncing off an unseen wave bounces between us. Like a pull it draws us and I know he fights it off, I can see it with every move he makes, every utterance he speaks; even when he wish to touch me I find him drawing himself back and that gives me the slightest of hope that he wants me just as I want him. Maybe even more so.