Chapter 76: Wait for you
She moaned softly, resting her head against his chest as he watched her closely. She struggled to find words, her stomach tied in knots, rendering her speechless
As she moved against him, he let out a soft chuckle, his voice tinged with desire. "Dirty talk gets you going, huh?" His grip tightened, halting her movements, prompting a whimper. Drawing her closer, he shifted their position, their bodies aligned as he lifted her head to meet his gaze. "Tell me, do you fantasize about me? What would it be like?" His hand ventured lower, fingers tracing slow circles over her skin.
The cold air made goosebumps across her skin, she shivered slightly
She clamped her lips shut, twisting against his touch, nodding in affirmation, unsure if she could articulate her thoughts amid the jumble of nerves. His hips pressed forward, her grip tightening around him, sensing his length responding beneath her touch. His breath, warm and heavy, flitted over her lips as he murmured, "What’s on your mind? What do you imagine when you think of me?"
The air brimmed with tension, an electric charge crackling between them. This wasn’t her forte, and truth be told, no one had sought her voice in such moments before. Yet, under his influence and the alcohol , her insecurities ebbed momentarily, and she managed a tentative, breathless reply. "I...I picture you taking control, bending me over with my hand tied together while you take me hard and rough. Pulling my hair while telling me how I’m a good little girl—" Maybe it was the alcohol letting her say all of this. Abby would never confess her wild thoughts if she was sober.
He inhaled sharply, his tone dropping as he pressed against her nerves. "Is that what you want? To surrender to me, to be my little good slut? To scream my name and beg me until you’re lost in pleasure?"
Her stomach knotted, and she emitted a strained sound, her eyes squeezed shut. "Yes," she confessed, her voice quivering.
His composure wavered, a low groan escaping him as he withdrew his hand, guiding hers away as he grasped himself, hips moving forward. His forehead, damp with heat, rested against her shoulder, his hair brushing against her skin, desire consuming them both.
"I ache to feel you," he admitted, gasping as his tip grazed her clit. Anticipation hung heavy in the air, their bodies burning with longing. His breath, hot against her skin, heaved as he spoke. "I’ve been consumed by thoughts of you since I tasted you, craving just a taste...to know how incredible it could be."