I smiled shyly.
“What is this?” he said, a small tilt curving up on one corner of his lips. “Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me. What happened to my brave girl?”
It was all pretense. My bravery was nothing more than a pretense built upon years of frustration over this unrequited love I had for a man who was as unattainable for me as the stars in the sky.
I didn’t say that, though.
I didn’t say anything at all.
It didn’t matter because Elio’s hands were already moving down to the waistband of the boxer briefs I wore.
I held my breath when I felt him hook his thumbs beneath the fabric. He looked up at me, and I nodded my consent.
He pulled the flimsy fabric down, leaving me bare to his gaze for the first time.
A heavy sensation formed in my center, making it hard to breathe.
I tried to close my legs, but his body was in the way. He pressed his palms on my inner thighs and pushed them apart, until I was spread even further for him to see.
“Fuck, baby. But you have the prettiest little pussy I have ever seen.”
I swallowed.
I had never thought I would hear those words coming out of his mouth.
He ran the backs of his fingers teasingly up and down my lips, moving from my clit toward my entrance and back to my clit once more. The friction wasn’t enough to make me come. All it accomplished was making me feel even more frustrated than I already was.
“Elio, please,” I said, pushing my hips up toward his touch. “Don’t toy with me.”
“Do you know what it does to me to hear you beg?”
I would beg even more if he would just add a little pressure.
He moved away from my clit. I let out a groan, and he smirked at me, just as his fingers shifted through the drenched lips.
“Fuck, but you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”
I grind my hips, seeking more and more of that delicious friction.
Smack!
I blinked in surprise. It took me a second to process what just happened. Did he…
“Did you just slap my-my…”
“Go on, baby. You can say it. Your greedy littlepussy.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. Yeah, I wasn’t going to say it like that.
His smile widened as he slapped me again.
I let out a small whimper from both the pain and something else.
Fuck me.
“Look at this,” he said, pressing his fingers down on me… so close to the entrance, yet he didn’t push in. I wished he would. “Look at how wet you are for me. Do you like it when I make it hurt?”
I bit my lip and shook my head, only I didn’t know what I was saying no to.
