Page 86 of What if I Told You

ELLA

Auggie stands behind me, my back to his chest, and holds a card out in front of me to read. “Tut chim might it ees.”

He leans down close to my ear and murmurs, “I’m sorry, what’s that babe? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Tutchimmightitees.”

My titties.

Got that part.

Touch.

Oh.

“Touch my titties.”

“With pleasure,” he says, bringing a hand down over my shoulder to cup my breast. My head falls back against his chest and I arch my back at the overwhelming pleasure of his hand on my body. This is the very first time August has ever touched my breasts and to say it’s far exceeding every expectation I ever had is an understatement.

“August…”

Teasing my nipple between his fingers, he chuckles and says, “Next card babe.”

With his other hand, he holds the next card up for me to read. “Sell eyed dior han deb beet tween mile eggs. Oh hell, that’s a long one.”

“Say it again and I’ll help you out.”

Pronouncing each word a little slower, I say, “Sellleyed dior hannnn deb beeettweeeen mile eggs.”

“That’s it,” August murmurs, trailing his hand from my breast down my sternum and past my belly button. His fingers play with the waistline of my panties and then push just past them.

Good God, his hand on my body is causing heat to spread everywhere. “Do you need to say it one more time?”

“Alright,” I breathe. “Sell eyed…slide dior hand…”

He moves his hand down through my lace panties.

I got it!

“Slide your hand between my legs.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says. He reaches down just a bit more until he’s at the heated apex of my thighs and drags his fingers through my very wet and wanting pussy.

Oh, my God!

Reaching behind me, I grab his thighs with each of my hands as I gasp loudly. “Oh, shit! August!”

“Hmmm. So wet for me, El.” He feathers his fingers through my arousal. “Is this all for me?”

“Mhmm.”

“I’m going to need you to say it.”

“Yes, August,” I gasp. “It’s all for you. I’ve been nothing but wet for you since the day I moved here.”

He kisses my neck, my jaw, and that spot behind my ear before sucking my earlobe between his lips. And then with the gentlest pressure, he pushes himself against my ass so I feel how hard he is again. “And you’ve made me so fucking hard by simply existing that I’ve had to jack off in the shower on a daily basis. Read the next card.”

“Another one?” I ask, assuming he was going to toss the cards and fuck me already.

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