There I was, vulnerable and splayed in front of him like a steak dinner, begging him to eat me. I had expected him to dive right in, but he didn’t. He stood in front of me, drinking in the sight of me.
I became very conscious of how I must have looked. Legs spread as wide as they go, my thong just barely covering my pink center. Back arched slightly, hands behind me on the bed, supporting me. My little bralette covered breasts aimed right at him. My face slack, pleading for him to lick my slit. I flinched in embarrassment and started to close my legs and cover my chest.
“Don’t.” His voice was deep and commanding, and my body had no choice but to listen. My legs fell open again, and I slowly leaned back into my hands, but couldn’t help the unsure look on my face.