[She wraps her lips tight around his fingers, tongue flitting up to tease over the pads. He's been staring at her mouth all night; why not tease him with it more? Let him imagine just how good this will feel when her tongue is sliding over something else of his. She slips between his fingers, spreading them and wetting them thoroughly before her lips tighten once more.
She does so love to tease. But oh, the instant his finger slips into her she moans, and that's entirely for her own benefit, not his. She rocks her hips back, fucking herself shallowly against him, throbbing eagerly around him. It's not big enough, not at all, and she's aching for him to push a second finger into her, but she'll take what she can get.
Her head jerks in a nod, though in truth she never would have allowed such a thing. But who cares? It's a fantasy, and already her mind is flitting along those lines. Being fingered under the table by him, her face red and her body shaking with the effort of not giving them away . . .
She moans again, then turns with a gasp, glancing back at him. Her lipstick is a little smeared, her mouth wet, but it's worth it to catch his eye again.]
O-of course I could have handled it . . . you know me well enough by now to know there's little I can't do if I put my mind to it.
Is that what you wanted? To fuck me in f-front of all of those people?
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Date: 2018-03-14 04:21 am (UTC)She does so love to tease. But oh, the instant his finger slips into her she moans, and that's entirely for her own benefit, not his. She rocks her hips back, fucking herself shallowly against him, throbbing eagerly around him. It's not big enough, not at all, and she's aching for him to push a second finger into her, but she'll take what she can get.
Her head jerks in a nod, though in truth she never would have allowed such a thing. But who cares? It's a fantasy, and already her mind is flitting along those lines. Being fingered under the table by him, her face red and her body shaking with the effort of not giving them away . . .
She moans again, then turns with a gasp, glancing back at him. Her lipstick is a little smeared, her mouth wet, but it's worth it to catch his eye again.]
O-of course I could have handled it . . . you know me well enough by now to know there's little I can't do if I put my mind to it.
Is that what you wanted? To fuck me in f-front of all of those people?