“What… what do you want this… to be.”
“I want to… to spend tonight with you…”
“Just… tonight? Only tonight?”
“No,” she whispered. “Not just tonight.”
“So… more than just… this.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Why?”
“I know you… want me, Willa…”
“… oh,” I squeaked.
“Tell me I’m lying. Tell me it’s my own imagination. Tell me I imagined what you were doing with your hand earlier tonight. Tell me you didn’t want to touch me. Tell me that if I had spread my legs a bit you wouldn’t have gone all the way up to… to me. Tell me that you don’t want me and… and I’ll stop. All this will stop.”
“I… can’t…” I wailed.
“Well then. This… this is your chance. I’m available. Tonight. If you want me, I can be yours. I can be your toy all night. I can be anything you need me to be. Anything you want. Anything. But it’s tonight or never. Tonight or never. I’m tired of being alone. I’m tired of wanting what I… can’t have.”
“And… that is…” I groaned.
“You,” she moaned. “I don’t know why. I don’t know why I do. I… don’t ask me why. Just…Willa…”
She took a shuddering breath.
“Nobody wants to be with me like you do. Nobody gives me the attention and affection and joy that you do. Nobody ever, ever watches me like you do. Makes me feel… attractive… like you do. Makes me… want do do this like you do. I… I want to be with you. I… I need you, Willa, I need you in my life. You fill up the empty places in me. Please… fill one more empty place. For me. Just…just one more. Just one… please…” she whimpered. “Is… is that too much to ask? Must I beg you? I’ll… I’ll beg…”
And I realised how futile it was to pretend to myself that I wasn’t going to let her have me.
It was a terrible idea.
It would all end in tears for us both.
But… even if tonight was all I go to have. Even if tonight was the only time I ever got to be with her…
I wanted it.
I wanted her.
She was all I wanted.
I pulled her hard to me and kissed her; her hands spasmed on my body and she let out a shivery little groan.
“I’m here,” I whispered.. “I’m here. Right here. Please don’t cry. Please don’t beg me. I’m already here. All of me. Let me show you. Here.”
I dragged the hem of my skirt out of the way and fumbled for her hand; guided it down to me, to where my thin panties had now finally failed at their duty.
She made an almost feral sound as I stroked our fingers along me, pushing my panties aside and parting me; I moaned and bucked hard against her as I teased our fingertips just into me.
My belly shuddered; my body pulsed on us.
“Oh… oh God,” I whimpered.
“Willa… oh… is… is that from… me?”
“Oh my fuck is… it ever…” I groaned
I left her hand there and began to stroke and caress my own hands over her perfect bum like I’d always wanted to.
She eased her finger slowly into my aching body again; I groaned softly, deep in my throat.
“You’re this wet… for me?”
She sounded… stunned.
“All the time,” I panted. “All the time. It’s… I can’t be anywhere. I can’t go near you because. Because then all I end up wanting is… is for you to touch me… like… this…”
“Stop talking. Stop talking and kiss me again.”
So I pulled her to me and started to do just that. She let out a breathy little hiss as I fought with her tee shirt and finally got my bare hands onto the warm, smooth skin of her lower back.
My pussy clenched once more on her slowly probing finger, I gasped a breath.
“Willa… ” she moaned into my ear.
“Uh huh…” I panted, loving the gentle way she was only-just-toying with me.
“I…mm… want to get naked with you. Would… would you like that…”
I bracketed her cheeks with my hands as I kissed her and whimpered my wordless submission of my terms of total surrender.
She slipped out of me; teased my clit once in passing, giggling at the gasp and shudder she earned from me.
I leaned against the counter, aching for her.
Her cheeks and throat were red and flushed and we’d managed to thoroughly dishevel her hair.
“Come,” she breathed. “I’m sleeping downstairs. It’s still very nice there. Lots of space for… for us. For us. So… come with me, Willa. Now. Please?”
“Okay,” I squeaked, and I tottered after her on wobbly legs as she led the way down a passage and through two doors and a walk-through dressing room.
As she reached the enormous bedroom and its super king-sized bed she pulled her tee shirt off with one practised movement and reached around behind her to unclip her plain white bra. She flung it aside, and spun to face me.
“Oh… my…” I whispered, stumbling to a halt and staring.
Her breasts were stunning little teardrops; her small, firm nipples jutting just proud of them and her dark areolae.
“I… hope they’re… okay,” she said, shoulders hunching as if she were preparing to deflect some anticipated scorn…
“Oh my God. Sam… they’re… oh my God. I’m a bum girl but I think I might just change for those…oh wow, they’re nice. Oh wow.”
She relaxed; her smiled blossomed again. “Okay. Come on. Show me yours, then. Fair’s fair.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. You have to undress me. Those are the rules.”
An eyebrow crept up; she took a step closer and trailed a finger slowly along my cheek.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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