His hand softly grazed her thigh, lingering just long enough to make her question wether the act had been intentional. Her suspicions were confirmed when moments later it began to move slowly but with purpose towards her crotch.
She began to feel heat growing between her legs. Her heart was racing as she anticipated his next move. His fingers traced a playful path along the inseam of her pants which she realized where so shear that they offered almost no protection from the sensations he was providing.
She became aware that she was holding her breath. She let it out, only to inhale another with a sharp gasp as she felt his hand hover over the sweet center of her.
Oh, if only he would just get it over with and touch her already!
She could hear him speaking now, but with all the thoughts flying around her head she couldn’t make out what he was saying. Her voice came out in a soft choke as she tried to speak. She swallowed and tried again.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” She gasped.
“Beg me.” He answered.
He was staring her straight in the eyes with a look so powerful it pinned her to the wall.
“Please…” She whispered.
“As you wish.” He whispered back.
His hand found the warmth of her…all she saw were fireworks.