I don't think you know just how much you affect me, babe. When we're shopping together, and you put your hand up on the center of my back when you stop to look at something. When we walk through doorways and your hand slides down to my waist to guide me in. When you tuck my arm into the crook of your elbow, or kiss my knuckles absently.... I just can't help it, I'm sorry dear.
I'll tug you to the bathroom with me, make an excuse about my lipstick or outfit. I'll wait until you're leaned against the wall, watching me with the stupid fond-dumbstruck face of yours. I'll get right up in your space, arms around your neck while you pull me close. I'll kiss you, first just soft and a little sweet, then a little more insistent as you hold me a little tighter.
I drag my nails across the hair at the nape of your neck, and you groan, and one of your hands moves so slow from my hips, up to my waist, and then slides up to cup my ribcage, just under my bra line.
Oh you've unhinged something in me.
I throw the lock on the door, drag you back into the wide stall, and I can feel you laughing at me. The hand on my ribs stays still, but your other hand, wide, calloused, and warm swipes up and down my side, my ass, my thighs. I must be grumbling and cussing you out, because you slide your tongue into my mouth while I drop one hand to your shoulders and start dragging my nails back and forth.
You pull back just enough to mutter in my ear "bitchy babies don't get what they want," and your hand that was on my ass slide to my thigh, and fucking squeezes. I know I gasp, but fuck you and the fire you set under my skin. You hitch my leg up to your hip, and roll your hips into mine-my eyes roll back into my head and your mouth falls hot on my neck.
At this point, it can't even be called grinding- you're fucking me through my clothes, like you were wearing the strap. You litter gentle bites on my neck and shoulder, pull me ever-tighter against you with the hand on my hitched up thigh, and finally, finally move the hand that's been still on my ribs, to start groping my tits. You feel so fucking good against me like this.
Distantly, I hear myself moaning, just clinging to you for dear life, and you're laughing at me again. You pull your hand away from my tits to the sounds of me whining. You move your hand under my skirt, pressing and sliding up so slowly to my pussy. You run your fingers just along the fabric of my panties, to feel I've already soaked them through. It rumbles in your chest, "God, fuck baby, you're so ready for me. I haven't even done anything and you're dripping like a whore."
I blink my bleary eyes open, cheeks hot, chest hot, and snip back at you, "well then maybe you should shut the fuck up and do something about it, then." You lean so close, and whisper against my mouth "maybe I will, sweetheart, but I need you to say 'please'." And then you kiss me again. Your tongue slides into my mouth like it's coming home, your hand on my leg is so tight I can feel little bruises under the skin, and you're ever so slowly sliding your fingers across my still-covered slit and clit, grinning as you feel me twitch.
"God-shit- fuckin' please!" Tumbles out of my mouth, gasping from your kisses and the heat simmering under my skin. You immediately tug my panties aside, and slide your fingers into me. And you don't start with just one, you slip two wide fingers into me like it's nothing. Gently curling them while my breaths start sounding more like sobs.
"Please, please, please just fuck me, god, please" I'm chanting in your ear, grinding down on your hand, trying to pull you even closer by the death grip I have on your shoulders. I'm sure I'm leaving red lines behind, even through your shirt.
"'s what I like to hear, sweetheart," you tell me, and you finally start moving. Gently fucking your fingers into me, using your hips for more leverage, you just want them so deep inside me that I'm choking on it. As you fuck me so deep, you start curling your fingers back, pressing hard into the walls of my pussy. I'm trying so hard to stay decently quiet, but I know I'm gasping and moaning and whimpering. It doesn't take me long to lose myself in the feeling of you inside me- crowded against the wall and so fucking desperate. I feel you swipe your thumb right around where your fingers are pushing inside, collecting the wet of me on the tip. You roll your thumb up to my clit, circling it widely and so so gently.
I think I have actual tears now, you're just everywhere, in all of me, and I just want to cum. Just want to come, please, please baby I just wanna-
"that's it babygirl, just cum all over my fingers, just like that. Cum for Daddy."
Oh I can't see. I stop hearing. I quit making noise, just freeze up and clench and cum around your fingers- still curling so so deep inside me.
I feel you grunt low low in your chest, and your head drops to my shoulder, and I feel you curling tight over me. The more aware I become, I feel you pressing kisses to my face and hair and neck. You gently set my leg back on the ground, rubbing it back and forth so gently. You slowly, slowly pull your finger out of me too, holding my skirt out of the way as I'm still dripping. I glance down and see a small, slick puddle under my feet- and look back up at you, exhilarated little giggles under my breath.
You press one last kiss to my forehead, smiling and soft and sweet. "Come on baby, let's get you cleaned up."
