I blame Chelle for this.
Disclaimer: I own too many (read: never enough) earrings. SMeyer owns the Twilight.
Prompt - http:/bit[.]ly/zJaHob
I watch him play with my cat, watch him make her purr.
Can't help imagining him making me purr.
He strokes down her back, pulls his hand away, makes her nudge him to continue.
I can't stop myself from picturing him stroking me, teasing me, leaving me wanting, making me beg.
He looks to be throwing her into bliss when he slips a finger up her chin, down, up again.
Thinking about his fingers performing the exact same motions on me, nearly sends me lunging for him.
The idea of his hand, his fingers, on me, on my personal kitty, slipping up and down, in, out, the rough hair on his chin and jaw scraping against me, his eyes focused on me as he makes me purr...
All of it is enough to make me want to throw my cat aside and take her place.