“If you close your eyes, you don’t get to come.”
Nothing was harder.
It wasn’t his thick fingers spearing my cunt, finding my g-spot with brutal accuracy. It wasn’t the little vibe on my clit, a focused buzzing that wanted to send me flying.
It was his eyes fastened on mine. They demanded I show everything.
“Do you want to come, kitten?”
“Then you must not close your eyes.”
I couldn’t hide in my pleasure because he wanted to own that, like he owned me.
“This.” He held my face so I couldn’t look away. “Belongs to me.”
Damn this is all the hot
It popped into my head so easily. Or maybe it was already on my mind.
It is often the smallest exchanges that are the most stirring.
And very, very sexily told.
So true. They can be very powerful. Thank you for your comment!
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