A/N: Mature content ahead. 18+
His fingers played with her white panties and a redness crept up her neck, her cheeks turned red.
''You are blushing,'' he remarked.
''You are blind,'' she whispered, biting her bottom lips as she felt his fingers play with the edge of her panties.
''I bet I am not,'' his palm slid inside her panties without any warning and her back arched, ''You are wet,'' he smirked.
She closed her eyes, feeling his finger drawing circles on her clit. Her fingers curled into fists as she grasped the material of the couch in her hand even though it kept slipping from her grip, ''Please…'' she moaned.
''Please what?" he teased her.
''I want you,'' she had zero resistance in front of this man and she admitted defeat. She couldn't play hard to get when every inch of her body craved his touch.
She couldn't leave him when every part of her soul craved his existence.
