“Oh, you talk a big game. Do you like the idea of me making you feel good? Think I can’t feel the way you’re grinding your hips for more?” I slip beneath the edge of the fabric and my pulse thrums at the first glimpse of her softness—of her; wet and warm and so eager to meet me in this. “Do you want to know just how good it will feel when I give you what you’ve been longing for?”
