Can I Tell You Something? (Snowbound Secrets, #1)

by Holly June Smith

He is the master of edging and I love to imagine him teasing me all day long, building me up, and stopping every time I get close. In my dreams he’d start at breakfast, with oral on the kitchen counter, then stop right before I came and tell me it’s time to go shop for groceries. In the car he’d tell me to touch myself on the drive but ‘don’t you dare come. If you come, I’ll fuck you where everyone can see who your orgasms belong to.’ I’d be his good girl, always doing as I’m told. Back home we’d unpack, and while preparing lunch he’d touch me constantly, but never where I need him most. We’d shower together, and he’d stroke his cock until he came in his hand, but he’d never let me touch him, and he wouldn’t let me touch myself either. In the evening, we’d go out for dinner and drinks. He’d pin me to the wall before we left the house, drop to his knees, rake his nails up underneath my skirt, and tug my underwear to the floor. He’d give me one slow lick, and my fingers would dig into his hair as my hips pushed against his face. But he’d push me back, and stand, laughing as he’d loop my damp knickers over his thumb, pull on the elastic and catapult them up the stairs. ‘You won’t need these,’ he’d whisper, and I’d almost come on the spot. He’d tease me all night. Fingers on my thigh. Taunts in my ear. It would be torture, but I’d love it. The anticipation, the longing, the knowledge deep down that he would fuck me eventually, but I’d have to be good and patient just a little ...