I bring my hands to her hips. "Turn around and put your palms on thehood,baby."
She does. Her ass brushes against my crotch. Her backarches.
She sighs with pleasure as she grinds against myhard-on.
Slowly, I drag her dress up her thigh. "You want to come onmyhand?"
"Yes."
"You want me tospankyou?"
"Yes." Her breath hitches. "Please." She rubs against me as she lifts her ass intotheair.
Fuck.
I pull her dress to her waist and get into position atherside.
"Mal…" Her voice is needy.Desperate.
I drag my fingertips over the curve of her ass. "Why do you wantthis,baby?"
"Idon'tknow."
"Because you feelguilty?"
Shenods.
"Youshouldn't."
"I…Maybe."
"I'm so fucking proud of you, standing up for yourselflikethat."
She bites her lip. Uncertainty spreads over herexpression.
"I'm going to hurt you. Because that's what you need." I bring my hand into the air. "Because it makes youfuckingwet."
"Mal, I…" Her voice is mixed up. Confused. There's a lot going throughherhead.
Maybetoomuch.
"You want this?" Icheckin.
"Yes.Please."
"Countforme."
"Okay."
I take my time teasing her. Brushing my hand over her ass. Againsthercunt.
She'swet.
Readytocome.
Readyforme.
Which means I need to becareful.