Page 172 of Mario
"You were behind me," I breathe.
He presses against me, the hard length of his cock against the small of my back.
"Like this?"
"No."
His hands brush the tops of my thighs.
"You're going to have to help me here,cara."
I close my eyes, heat flooding my face.
"My, uh, my legs were spread."
His hands drift higher, up to my hips.
"Mm," he murmurs.
They slide inward, and he cups my sex in his hand.
The view from his office window blurs. Chicago spreads out beneath us in a blur of lights and dark water, the whole city moving while I am trapped completely still.
My pulse pounds so hard I feel it everywhere.
My throat. My wrists.
Between my legs.
"You went down on your knees behind me," I say, my voice shaking.
In the reflection, I see the heat in his eyes, and it makes my mouth water.
"And what did I do?"
I close my eyes.
“No,” he says. “Eyes on me.”
A shudder moves through me.
He feels it.
I see the satisfaction in his face when I open my eyes and lock them on him.
“You put your hands on my thighs,” I whisper. “And spread them.”
My entire body clenches when his hands do just that.
Slowly, he runs his palms up the insides of my legs, pushing them apart until I'm completely exposed.
It's terrifying.
It's exhilarating.
His palm covers my sex again, his thumb pressing between my folds and brushing the underside of my clit.
My hips twitch forward, and I see his reflection smile. Wickedly.
