Page 82 of Come Back to Me

I can feel it.

Sense it.

SNIFF it.

I know it’s there.

It.

Waiting in the wings.

It’s there.

So fucking close.

I chase it with every ounce of my being, my body recognizing that this man will do what no other ever has.

My fear?

He’ll pull away, but when his hand shifts to my ass, it registers that stopping me from reaching the land of O is the last thing on his mind.

The act of pinning him down so I can ride his thigh means the skirt of my dress rides up too. When his fingers find my ass, I release a keening cry. But that’s nothing to when they dip in and circle my slit through my panties.

At that moment, I realize I was a fool.

What the fuck was I thinking wearing panties?

Why the fuck did I wear this dress?

Urgency overwhelms me.

Thoughts return.

Stress with it.

As he’s fucking my mouth, I can feel my panic overtake everything until he relinquishes his hold on my tongue. “You want me to make you feel good, baby girl?”

Inside, I freeze.

I freeze.

Because I have to.

If I don’t, everything will spill out.

My organs, blood, all in the rush to declare YES.

Baby girl?

PLEASE.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Please, yes, yes,” I cry when his fingers trickle beneath my panties.

Oh god.

The first time he rubs my clit, I feel like the fuse on a firework that’s been lit.

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