Walking Red Flag (Ocean View #2)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“What do you have on under here?” he asks. His voice is lower than I’ve ever heard it. Through my hooded eyes, I see his are locked to his hands, watching them disappear under the fabric, watching his wrists lift it ever so slightly. Every pass up, he gets closer and closer to where my pulsing is dying for him. The look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. I’m going to orgasm tonight if it’s the last thing he ever does. “What?” “Under this skirt, kitten. What do you have on?” Another shiver. I look down at the flouncy, bright purple skater skirt I paired with a flowery blouse, watching his thumb disappear and reappear, each swipe like a match on sandpaper. Igniting. “Uhm. Underwear?” I pause, unsure of what he’s looking for. “Blue. Boy short?” I probably should have worn something sexier, knowing why I was coming here. “Next time, wear nothing,” he says as his thumb goes up, up, up and grazes the line of my panties. “Oh,” I breathe, the sound nearly silent, but he catches it. His eyes move up to mine, my mind not missing the fact that, unlike every time his hand has grazed up, it’s staying there, running back and forth on the line of my panties. I can see at this moment how having none would be a perk. Noted.