Page 98 of Skating the Blue Line
I was getting ready to barge into the room and punch the shit of whoever was in the room with her when I noticed something on the floor.
A little bullet.
The second that I saw it, I calmed down.
She didn’t have a guy over, but she was having some fun by herself.
I pick up the small toy and press the on button to test it out.
But nothing happened.
The batteries must have died and she ran out to look for some.
And since she thought I wasn’t supposed to come for a while, she ran out naked to get to her release quicker.
But I was home.
I did see her naked.
And right now the only thing that I want to do is give her that orgasm that she so desperately wants. And orgasm that won’t be coming from a shitty little toy.
Chloe steps out from behind her door, into the hallway and this time when she steps in front of me, she doesn't cover herself up.
She stands in front of me with shoulders back and with all the fucking confidence in the word.
The woman can’t get any sexier.
“Is it okay if I touch you like this?” I close the distance between us and let the back of my hand graze her cheek.
This is the first time I’m touching her like this since we met. I’ve been wanting to touch her like this so damn badly, but I never crossed the line. Now that it’s happening, I want to savor it, because I don’t know if it will ever happen again.
But even though she is standing in front of me, without an ounce of clothing on, I still need her permission to do what I want.
“More than okay,” she answers, her chest rising a bit.
“Do you want me to touch you somewhere else?” I let my finger slide down her neck and down to her collarbone before moving it back up.
“Yes,” she says, a little bit breathless.
“Where?” I will touch her where she wants me to.
“Everywhere.” She says, not taking her eyes off me.
Fucking hell.
I want to say fuck it to savoring her and just having my way with her right now, but I hold back.
“I will,” I say, lowering my finger back down, this time not stopping at the top of her neck. “I just have one question.”
“And what is that?” She asks a little too quickly, like she’s eager to see what I have planned.
I’m eager too, baby. I’m eager too.
“Tell me, sweet Chloe. Were you playing with yourself before you came out here?” The words leave my mouth and my finger travels down her chest.
Her tits are so fucking full that each of them deserves my undivided attention. Every part of me wants to mark them as mine. I want to mark every single inch of her as mine.
“I was,” she answers, her head getting slightly thrown back when my hand grazes her nipple.
