Chapter 41

Her body burned under the thin layers of silk that slipped and slid over her skin as I gripped her waist, barely holding on as her hips made impatient circles in my lap, grinding her pussy against my dick so perfectly that I couldn’t help moaning. There were no shouldn’ts or mustn’ts in the way she rubbed her pussy against me, damn near forcing me to play counterpoint. I shifted my hands from her waist to grip her hips, lifting mine so that the next roll of her hips met the split of her pussy lips and made her breath catch.
She cursed softly and bunched the shoulders of my shirt in her hands.
God… I wanted to strip her naked and give her what her body was asking for, but I needed her to take the initiative. It would be so easy for me to give her another little push. To flip her onto her back on this heirloom wicker furniture, strip off every layer of the expensive silk on her body, and fuck her. But in the morning, it would be too easy for her to dismiss what happened. Too easy for her to say she got caught up in the moment, and it couldn’t happen again.