Page 17 of That's a Wrap

PETER

As soon as we’re on the road, I place my hand on her leg, slowly running it up and down. Her breaths become shorter and her legs spread apart, inviting me closer to where she wants to be touched. I massage her inner thigh, purposefully avoiding her pussy, wanting her to crave my attention first. Then, when she lets out a frustrated groan, the side of my mouth curls into a smirk, and from the corner of my eye, I see her looking at me with a pleading expression. But I keep my focus on the road, denying her what she wants for a little while longer.

“Peter,” she whines, after a few minutes of my teasing.

“Patience, sweetheart. We’re almost there.” I inch my fingers up higher on her leg and she sighs in defeat, letting her head fall back against the seat.

After what feels like a small eternity later, we finally pull up to my beach house. Ella Kate doesn’t wait for me to open her door. Instead, she jumps from the car and rushes to my side, throwing her arms around my neck, and meets my lips with a desperate kiss. I quickly usher her inside, never more thankful that my bedroom is on the first floor.

When the backs of her legs hit the edge of my bed, I gently push her down onto her back. She giggles with her hands up by her head, seemingly comfortable as she looks at me with a sultry but sweet expression on her pretty face. She’s watching me, waiting for whatever I do next, and her vulnerability and submission makes my hard cock twitch in my pants.

Ignoring my own needs, I unbutton her jeans and slide them down her long legs, allowing my fingers to trace along the smooth skin of her thick thighs, and relish how she trembles from my touch. I carelessly toss her pants behind me and turn my attention to her panties, pausing for a brief second before grinning.

“Red lace, hmm? That’s a bold choice for you, Ella Kate.” My voice has dropped to a growl as I graze the edge of the frilly material that sits at the apex of her thighs. “It’s almost like you knew this was going to happen tonight.”

She covers her eyes with her hands and shakes her head. “No, I—” She pauses. “I didn’t know. I never would’ve guessed?—”

“Guessed what?” I ask, running the tip of my index finger along the seam of her panties.

“That… that you wanted me like this.”

I reach up and pull her hands away from her face. “I wanted to give you time. Time to make sure you want me like I want you.” I cup her cheek and rub the pad of my thumb over her pillowy lower lip. “But I’m all out of patience, baby. I want you too much. Tell me you want me too.”

She swallows thickly before answering me with a whisper, “I want you.”

I feel her cheek heat beneath my palm. “Say it louder, Ella Kate,” I command, and she licks her lips.

“I want you, Peter.”

“Good girl.” I smile broadly. She exhales a shaky breath and her body relaxes against the mattress.

I walk my fingers over her covered pussy and brush up and down her slit. There’s a dark spot on the thin material, showing me how wet she is, and I can tell how much she wants to cover her face again.

“You never have to be embarrassed with me or hide yourself away. Every part of you is sexy.”

She shudders as her fingers twist in the bedsheets.

“You’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?”

She nods her head while I feel her arousal seeping through the red fabric.

“Were you like this in the car?”

“I… No, I?—”

I tug her panties upward, gathering the lace between her pussy lips until it rubs across her swollen clit and makes her moan.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.“Don’t lie to me, baby,” I warn.

Her back arches and her hips begin to writhe. “Please,” she begs, and it’s like music to my ears. “I need more.”

“Then tell me what I want to hear and I promise to give it to you.” I tug again, letting my knuckles graze against her sensitive skin.

“I’m always wet when I’m around you.” Her voice is barely audible when she makes her admission. I want her to repeat it, but I’m too shocked at her words.

I steady myself with a knee on the bed, dropping my hand beside her head as I balance my weight on one arm. Then, I pull her panties to the side, finally revealing her aching pussy and dragging my fingers between the plump lips. We’re both rewarded as I coat my hand in her wetness, smearing it over her cunt and her inner thighs.

“How’s that, sweetheart? Better?”

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