My heart pounded in my ears. It was now or never. “Yes,” I admitted softly. “I do want…I want you to…”
Those sexy pink lips of his curved into a smile. “To?” he urged.
I could feel my face heating up. Fuck it! I was already caught; I might as well dive in and be honest. “Fine, you want to know? You really want to know?” My voice grew louder as desire warred with anxiety.
“That would be nice,” he answered, his voice husky. He sat down and slid his body next to me on the sofa, one leg bent and pressed into the back cushion. With his other leg still hanging over the sofa, he faced me, legs spread so I could see his hard dick pressing against his boxers.
I moaned. “Yes. It’s true. I was…fantasizing about… you…doing things to me,” I admitted, my humiliation complete.
He leaned closer and nipped my shoulder with his teeth. “And what do I do to you in your fantasies?”
My breath hitched in my chest. Was this really happening?