Morgan
You don't leave
But you tell me with your eyes what you need
The grin that graced her face at his clear frustration from the light touch was decidedly a little wicked; Morgan's fingers left him as she sunk down onto his mouth and tipped her head back, a breathy moan leaving from parted lips as his slow attentions to her clit began to build a heat in her body. Gradual, each touch from him bringing a new layer of sensation; Morgan began to lose herself in it's progression.
Still, there was a game they were playing here and she had not forgotten. Her hand in his hair tightened, pulled him closer; if he were still breathing she would worry about him but as it was, he knew what he had to do and he was perfectly capable of doing it. As a reward for doing well so far, pushing her closer and closer to that taunt pinnacle, she reached back again and now pulled one finger up his shaft, starting at the base and softly, so lightly she could barely feel the texture of his pants, drew it up to the tip. "A little more."
Still, there was a game they were playing here and she had not forgotten. Her hand in his hair tightened, pulled him closer; if he were still breathing she would worry about him but as it was, he knew what he had to do and he was perfectly capable of doing it. As a reward for doing well so far, pushing her closer and closer to that taunt pinnacle, she reached back again and now pulled one finger up his shaft, starting at the base and softly, so lightly she could barely feel the texture of his pants, drew it up to the tip. "A little more."
Oh, please
Do you think that I don't know what it means?
