Good Girl

Peach Salinger

I hesitate. Then, “My stomach,” I tell him, “sliding slowly up to caress the silky skin beneath my breast.”

He sucks in a breath.

“And now onto my nipple,” I whisper. “Sliding over it.”

“What does it feel like?”

“Pebbly.”

He growls. “Down now. We’re doing this. Are you with me?”

I slide my hand down under the elastic in my underwear.

“We’re doing it.” He lets out this shuddery breath. Things feel heated. Wild. “How wet are you? Tell the truth.”

“Pretty damn wet,” I whisper. “You know I am.”

“I know, baby,” he says. “Slide over it. Slow and hard. No mercy..”

I slide the tip of my finger up through my folds. Everything feels heightened. My skin is too tight. The sounds of the city are incredibly distinct. The pillow is perfectly cool under my cheek. My pussy feels more sensitive than ever, my clit throbbing with need.

“Taste yourself. Tell me how sweet you taste.” I lick two of my fingers and hum. “Yeah, like that. God, you sound hot like that. Next, rub your clit and sin