Oh fuck me, Paige, I still can't get you off my mind! It doesn't matter how much it feels like you're not interested, it doesn't even matter how many times I say "fuck it", give in, grabbing my wand to masturbate, playing and cumming, over and over. The thoughts of you run through my head continuously and I just get so achy. It's not fair, just one look and fuck, I'm filled with sharp pangs that hit so hard I loose my breath. Soft tremors that flood my body as images of fucking you play on and on, in this endless loop.
Up against the wall... your fingers lost in my pussy, your thick, juicy lips sucking on my neck as I moan and cum....my fingers sinking into your pussy, watching your face to see if your pleasure makes that stone mask crack. Fuck it drives me crazy when I can't tell what you're thinking... when you're joking or when you're serious. To be able to take that control from you, and force your hand, pushing you to the brink where you just can't hold the facade any longer.
I think about touching you, making you ache the same way you make me ache. I think about turning the tables on you all the times you have to be quiet...mmmm I long to touch you then, watch you try and stay quiet, not let the fact that your pussy is warm and throbbing distract you or give you away. Your breath trying to not sound as frantic as it wants, swallowing your moan as you bite your lip.
You like this game, don't you? The one where you push me to such horny heights while acting so oblivious. Taunting me so, then pulling back, it is so fucking frustrating. I know you know how much I want you, I see it in those huge doe eyes, the gleeful and mischievous smile when you stick your tongue out at me, running it across your lips as your eyes look into mine, laughing as you see me lose my breath.
Fuck I want to bite that tongue! I want to pounce on you, every time I see your tongue dancing over your lips. That cheeky fucking smile, your bright eyes.... Pounce. Every. Single. Time.
Pinning your arms above your head, I'd go straight for your neck...but not before pausing to inhale... right below your ear. The sound making you shiver, your hand straining against mine as you can't fight the instinct to reach down and touch your pussy.
You're curious to know if you're wet, convinced you can feel warm juice pooling at your lips....want me to check? I bet you do, you naughty minx, well then. Maybe I'll have to investigate, but then again, maybe not.
Keeping your hands pinned together with one hand, I'll acquiesce and let my hand wander down your body. But not to where you think, no no Paige, sorry, but I have no interest in your pussy at this moment. I want it to throb, I want it to ache, untouched, just. like. mine.
I think to all the times you've teased me with your tongue... licking the beaters, sucking on a spoon, fuuuuuuck, when you suck on your fingers, all I want is it to be my nipple.
Each time your tongue makes my pussy convulse and throb as images of you fucking me flood my thoughts. Everytime I have to look away to catch my breath.
So that's what I want to do... steal your breath the same way you steal mine. To leave you aching and wanting, breathless and flooded with images of being fucked... wanting to make you cum over and over.
To be out with you, taking every opportunity to discreetly touch you...just letting my fingers get you turned on when no one can see, watching you as your breathing gives you away, as does the bright red cheeks. Hmmmmm coming up behind you, as you shop, letting you feel what's hiding under my skirt as I let my fingers explore what's under yours. Hmmmm no panties, and a wet pussy, just as I suspected... naughty naughty Ms. Paige.
What has you so bothered? Is it that my fingers found your pussy in public or is my strap on you can feel under my skirt?
