Writhing

Evie

He was standing next to the bed, looking down at me like I was on the menu. My skin felt flushed under his gaze. I could practically feel his hands on me. I closed my eyes as a wave of passion washed over me, making me squirm on his bed.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” he asked in a gruff voice.

I moaned, my lips parting as I reached up to cup my breast through my bra. “I am. I need you.”

His eyes focused on my hand. I gave him a show, squeezing and plumping my breast. I brought my other hand up to help.

“God damn, Evie. Do you know how sexy you are?”

“I want you inside me,” I told him with raw honesty.

“Not yet. You look too good.”

He dropped to his knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My legs hung over, my feet dangling over the floor. He reached for my panties and started to pull them down my body.

With my position, I couldn’t quite lift my ass to make the removal of the damn things any easier. That didn’t stop him from getting them off. He yanked until my pretty blu