what if i wore that skirt around..the one that’s just almost too short. the curve of my ass peeking out underneath of the pleated fabric.
and when you pressed yourself against me, and watched the way my head tilted..baring my neck to you immediately. your lips found my skin, nipping softly. hands trailing down my sides until they slipped under the fabric.
i want to hear the soft noise you make when you notice i’m not wearing anything underneath. feeling your throat work around a swallow,
“forget something baby?” you’d hum, your finger slipping across my pussy making me gasp. cheeks flushed even though i’d done it intentionally.
and when i don’t answer right away, i want to feel your hands guide my waist, backing me against the nearest wall. keeping me steady while you lower to your knees, eyes locked on mine.
my breath caught when i felt your finger graze over my clit. feeling how wet i already was. a whimper slipping out as my hips bucked, following the ghosted pleasure.
“mhmm, i-“ i started. stopping when your fingers gaze my hips a squeeze. wrapping around my thighs and picking me up. immediately finding myself on the counter, legs spread. chest rising and falling and my nipples, always sensitive, poking through my top.
“maybe..” you teased, “i should just let you walk around like this all day? dripping down your thighs for me?” you hummed and i shivered. swallowing quietly.
my hips bucked against your palm, flattened over my dripping pussy.
“please-“ i whined, desperate for friction. i saw that smirk tugging on the corner of your lips. the one that always made my breath hitch. “since you asked so nicely baby” you chuckled. your hands spreading my thighs further, just admiring me for a moment.
so wet for you. always. desperate for any attention you’d give me. i could feel it dripping down..gasping when your tongue pressed against me. licking up to my clit, and pressing a finger inside. then two, stretching me out as i whimpered, my hands immediately curling in your hair and pulling you close.
nothing but whiny noises and incoherent whimpers falling from my lips while you worked. fingers curling methodically. one hand gripping my thigh to keep me from sliding off the counter. tongue lapping at the wetness dripping down.
the soft sound when my head fell back, hitting the cabinet behind me. “g-gonna..fuck..can i-“ i breathed. because i needed your permission. your guidance.
my eyes blinked open, meeting yours. a quick nod, “cum for me baby,” you commanded. i could feel the ghost of your words over my soaking pussy.
the way your tongue worked me through it, clenching around your fingers as i came undone right there on the counter.
mumbling nothing but a string of whimpers and “thank you..thank you…oh my god,” on repeat.
and when i finally relaxed, my breath steadying and you rose to your feet. pressing a kiss to my lips so i could taste myself on you,
“i don’t want you wearing panties around the house anymore. understand?” and i nodded, happy to oblige.
my thighs slick and cunt swollen and glistening on full display while i sat..legs still spread, catching my breath on the counter in that little skirt.
