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I shifted from foot to foot. The whole dynamic of our relationship had changed. I'd never approached a fixation before, usually growing bored and finding another conquest. This kind of threw me through a loop, the more she ran, the more I chased.
I thought once she noticed me lurking, stalking, she'd change her routine, become frightened but she'd done the complete opposite. She'd come to love the sound of my feet giving pursuit, searching for me as she had at the park.
Replaying the moments I had her pressed against the tree, I shuddered, also remembering the soul-shattering release I experienced afterward.
She'd let me touch her, melted into it, and I'd done something I had never done before. I'd been doing that a lot lately, at least with her.
Touching her. Talking to her. Requesting. Challenging.
This morning instead of meeting her on the subway, I'd waited outside her apartment building, following her as she pranced down the sidewalk with an extra pep in her step. When she disappeared inside the subway car, I followed, pleased when she headed further back.
She'd worn a short skirt, just as I requested, the material stopping mid-thigh, and I had to wonder what she wore underneath. Was she wearing the thong I'd asked her to wear?
She didn't even glance in my direction as I came to stand behind her. I didn't bother to pretend I wanted to be anywhere else, letting the magnetic force propel me forward, leaving no room between us.
My nose skimmed her hair, inhaling large gulps of vanilla scent, imagining licking frosting from her skin. "Miss me?"
She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to or want her to. I loved this game—the mystery, the uncertainty. Her stalled breath was enough, no words needed. Lips hovering close to her ear, I whispered, "You look delicious this morning. Love the skirt. What are you hiding beneath it? Hmm?"
Her muscles bunched beneath the silk of her blouse as I trailed a finger down her spine, glancing over her shoulder, I found the open V plummeting between her breasts. Her raspberries were puckered. They were pressing against the silk, outlined perfectly.
I chuckled as my finger reached the waistband of her skirt. I could see the faint outline of the triangle and boldly I traced it, a high sailing through me when she gasped.
What would she do if I lifted the material and slipped my fingers between her legs? Here? Now? On a crowded subway.
We had time. My naughty minx had left earlier than expected. Eager to see me. Eager to feel me.
I wanted to know just how deeply I affected her. I wanted to bury my fingers into her tight pussy. My pussy.
Yep. It was mine. Since we'd met she'd barely seen her boyfriend. Elated, I gave in to the urge plaguing me. A quick glance around the railway car confirmed everyone was preoccupied with their own morning routine.
Slowly, I bunched the material of her skirt, standing close so I could only see. When she shimmed as the silk fluttered against her thigh, a command left my lips. "Hold still before everyone sees what's mine."
She went still, her spine snapping to attention, her head tilting toward my mouth. When her bare ass came into view, I inched back, leaving just enough room to get a peek. Goosebumps raced across the pale skin, and I gave into temptation, skimming my finger over the plump flesh. "Perfect."
Her step faltered. She was as weak as I was, needing to lean her weight into me. Giving her permission, I wrapped a hand around her waist, bunching the material of her blouse in my fingers as I sought her warm flesh. I tossed a look around the car. Everyone was still absorbed with their own lives, never noticing my hand slipping inside her shirt.
Finding the strap between her ass cheeks, I trailed my index finger along with it, basking in the bliss of touching her. "Are you wet? Is your pussy weeping for me?"
An undeniable whimper erupted from her throat as I found her tight hole, hidden beneath the lace. Applying pressure, I kissed her ear, letting my hot breath swirl in the channel, relishing her warm skin. Traveling further, I grazed her slit, finding her wet and needy. "I bet you taste like heaven. Molten sugar. Thick honey." My finger feathered across her opening as I found her breasts, squeezing the ripe bud. "One day. One day I'm gonna fuck this pretty pink pussy."
Her juices flooded the tip of my finger. Grinning, I nipped her ear. "Like that? Want me to bend you over a park bench and plow into this sweet cunt?"
Easily, I shifted her thong to the side, the tip of my finger tickling her entrance. My dick throbbed so hard I thought the damn thing would pop right off. Ever so slowly, I thrust forward, rocking against her in perfect time to the moment of the subway. The whole time, I slipped my finger through her juices, wanting to bury them deep inside her.
Just when I was about to give in to the urge, the subway squealed to our stop. Breathing hard, and holding her so she didn't fall, I adjusted the skirt back of her plump cheeks. "Until later, doll."
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