My shoulder lifted with a shrug. “Whatever floats your boat.”
What started as a battle of wills for her was now a predicament. If she didn’t follow through, she would lose. If she did, then I’d get to watch her come all over my seat. Neither of which would get me to touch her. She would have to ask for that. One of us was going to break today, and it wouldn’t be me.
A thought that I reconsidered when her lips parted with the sexiest moan I’d ever heard. Then she lifted her foot up onto the dash, making her skirt slide down her leg just enough to see her wrist moving and nothing else.
I never hated an article of clothing more. Then again, there was always a way around things.
“That was a cute moan. Trying to convince yourself that you’re turned on?”
Anger twisted across her face. “I am turned on.”
“If you say so.” I shifted my gaze her way. “It’s okay. Not everyone can get themselves off.”
She had the skirt pulled up to her waist before I could blink.
“See,” she hissed while sliding her finger through her folds. “I wouldn’t be wet if I wasn’t turned on.”
Oh, and she was wet. The evidence was glistening on her inner thighs. Seeing her finger work her pussy was tantalizing but nowhere near enough. I wanted to see that delicate pink flesh.
“Looks like a pussy to me.”
Her jaw dropped for half a second before she twisted around to prop her other foot up on the center console, spreading her legs wide enough to give me a perfect view.
“Does it still look like just a pussy?”
Fuck no. It looked like the best goddamn pussy on the planet.
“It looks like you’re taking the easy way out.”
Her face dropped. “What?”
“The clitoris is a bundle of nerves,” I explained while nodding at her finger that had stopped moving. “It’s the easiest way to get a girl off.”
I wasn’t lying. Anyone could stumble around that bundle of nerves and end with pleasure. True talent came from achieving an internal orgasm.
“You think I don’t know my own body?”
Not in the fucking least.
“‘Cause I can make myself come.”
“If you say so.”
“I do say so,” she snapped. “I’ll do it right now.”
Do it. Finger fuck that tight little cunt.
I shrugged again. “Go ahead.”
She rose to the challenge and dipped her finger in her tight opening. It was adorable watching her fumble around like a teenage boy discovering his first cunt. It was also fucking hot, especially when frustration etched across her face.
“Need some help?” I asked.
To which she hissed, “No. I got this.”
No, she didn’t. She wasn’t anywhere close to getting it. The only thing Marnie was accomplishing was winding herself up more.
I turned down a small road and headed for the building at the end. Marnie’s attempt at figuring out her body came to a grinding halt when I pulled into the parking lot.
