Erin
I’m trying—oh, G-God—
Licks of heat tightened and heightened along her inner thighs. Her hips bucked against the heel of one hand pressed over the exquisite, agonizing strain.
Bannister
Tell me what happens. Does your pulse stabilize? Or is it too erratic? Do I need to start over again from your ankle with my fingers?
Bannister
Do… do you want me to touch you?
Erin
Y-yes. Please. I n-n-need—
Bannister
What do you need?
She couldn’t hear her words over the hammer of her heart against her ribs. Was she whispering, or shouting? She gripped her tongue in her teeth and sent a third picture: her finger and thumb dipping deeper under her panties, the lace cleaving to a nest of curls visible beneath the mesh, her heels braced on the footboard of her bed, knees raised, stomach taut.
Bannister
God, y-you’re so flushed for me. So—so beautiful.
Swish, and she whimpered.
Bannister
I’d circle around your ankle. D-draw my knuckles up your calf. Still light pressure, but more than the pencil. Feel me.
She couldn’t help herself, and gasped out, “I do.”
Please God, let her roommates have abandoned their documentary for a bar.
Bannister
Over your knee. Up your thigh. H-higher.
Erin
Ahh…
Bannister
I’d cover your hand with mine, slipping under the lace with you. I’d move our fingers together. Touch you together. What pace should I set?
Erin
Please, just—f-faster.
Her palm ground down, circled. Her thumb sank to the knuckle.
Erin
Someone could be here soon, someone could…
