RISK & REWARD

68 | 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦?

I SHIVER as Slade's breath hits the inside of my knee. She's waiting, watching, and I'm delaying. "Comfortable?" she asks, again. This time, however, her words carry more weight; I quiver when I realize she's talking less about the ties and more about our current situation. My hips twitch.

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine, I'm just...you're...watching, you're looking at me, and..."

Slade scoffs quietly. "Mhm. Forgettin' you were ridin' my face a little bit ago, sweetheart?"

"No! No, I have not...definitely not forgotten that." I shiver, legs flexing as I twist my head to the side. "It's just...different, when you're watching, and..."

Slade's part of the bed dips again; my body rolls slightly to the side when I hear a rustle, followed by her breath on my ear. "You were so close, weren't you? Get yourself off."

I shiver. I feel her leaning into my side; an arm slips over my stomach, latches around my side and thumbs at my waist.

"When I talk to you like this," Slade says, voice honey-smooth and in my ear, "when I get all close, does it get you excited?"

Goosebumps explode across my arms. The ribbons tug as my legs try to squeeze closer together; the low, half-laugh Slade lets out beside my ear makes my back arch up. "Is that pretty cunt waiting?"

I turn my head, mouth blindly at her presence until I find her jaw. She won't turn to offer me her lips, but she lets me kiss and suck at her jaw; I gasp wantonly against her neck as she lifts her fingers to her nails and traces them down my side.

"I wanna know," she says, voice thinning as she cranes away from my mouth, "how bad I'm gettin' to you. Can you show me, sweetheart?"

My eyes roll back as she runs her thumb over my nipple, fondling it between the pads of her fingers. "Wh...wha'you..."

"Touch yourself, sweetheart." Her breath fans hotly across my throat as her hair brushed over my lips, her mouth poised over my neck. "Touch yourself an' show me."

She's vulgar. She's absolutely vulgar but I'm absolutely hers, I'm absolutely hers. She kisses my throat as my hand sneaks down; my own body suddenly feels foreign to me as I run the heel of my hand down my lower stomach.

I know what to expect. Sort of. Still, when I feel heat searing under my skin and feel the cold shock of my own fingers trailing over my cunt, I'm not fully prepared to feel the thick layer of arousal and saliva coating over my entrance.

Back shooting up, I gasp, hard, and Slade bites my throat, smoothing it over with her tongue as my body settles back down. She pulls away, only slightly; her breath billows over my slick fingers, crackles slightly when she half-laughs.

"Oh, sweetheart," she says, voice almost pitying, "oh, sweetheart, you're soaked, aren't you?"

I nod fiercely, shivering as I feel her weight shift. She's got her face just up and beside mine; the hand massaging my chest continues, and my body quivers.

"Let me taste you," Slade murmurs, voice criminally quiet. "Find my mouth. You can do that, right?"

Yeah. Yeah. I open my mouth and the words aren't there; I just breathe, shivering, as I lift my half-closed hand and hunt around for her face. My slick knuckles touch skin; I feel it flex under my touch as Slade laughs, softly, cynically. "Little too far," she corrects; clumsily, I drag my hand across what I've discovered is her cheek, probably smearing arousal over it in the process before I find the corner of her mouth and -

Slade's tongue moves roughly against the underside of my fingers, spreads them apart and cleans the slick heat webbing them together.

A fat bead of arousal rolls down between my thighs in response.