Page 130 of Just for the Plot

He wants them.

Right, okay, she moves closer to him, her hands falling to his thighs as she spreads his legs open, making room for her body. She wets her lips, her eyes on his straining cock, stretching up toward her, waiting for her mouth—

Swipe.

A gasp almost falls past my lips, but I hold it back as his hand moves an inch farther, now a few centimeters above my pubic bone, just close enough to make me fucking mad with need. Because now all my brain can think about is that he’s almost there.

So close.

With a thrust of my hips, he might actually caress me.

My eyes squeeze shut as I contemplate what to do, my clit still throbbing, my mind playing games as I feel like he’s moving again…is he?

His finger twitches again. This time it feels closer, so much closer.

No, I’m thinking things.

He wouldn’t go there, would he?

Maybe he’s technically already there.

Either way, I need to just—

His hand lowers, now right above my slit, his finger toying with me there, brushing up against it, but never truly grazing, turning me on to the point of no return. I can feel how wet I’m getting, how much I want this, need this.

I want him to pleasure me, his fingers to glide along my slick, wet…

His fingers press a millimeter farther, right at the edge.

And uncontrolled by me, my legs fall open, giving him access if he wants to go any farther.

Which I wait for.

And wait.

And wait, until I find that he’s not going to do anything. He brusheshis fingers over my pussy, but neverin. He grazes and teases and edges, but when it comes to actual pleasure, he won’t make that move.

Maybe that’s something I’m just going to have to live with.

Maybe that’s all this is, him trying to see how far he can push me.

How far he can torture me.

Swipe.

My lips press together, my heart racing now, just as his finger slowly—and I meanslowly—slides along my slit, all the way down, and then all the way back up.

Motherfucker.

It’s all just surface level, but it’s enough to make me forget all reasoning as my legs fall even wider apart, giving him all the access he needs as my breathing hitches.

And then he does it again, slides his finger along my slit, barely grazing my clit before he pauses, and then to my surprise, presses his whole palm against my pussy.

I can’t breathe.

I absolutely can’t fucking breathe as he holds still, doesn’t move, just cups me, to the point that I swear if he paid attention, he could feel me throbbing against him.

Can he feel how wet I am?