Page 23 of Therapy Session: Session Two
She ran her nails along the length of my arm and then opened her legs and guided my hands to let me rub her pussy through the thin material of her pants. I applied pressure to her clit as best I could.
Her eyes closed, and her head fell back, as she bit her lip and choked back a moan.
Slipping my hands down her pants, she gasped when I found her clit again. She was wet in seconds and rolling her body against my hand. Then she shifted her body in the chair, allowing me to slide two fingers inside of her.
Her nails dug into my skin, and I knew she was about to release. This was the only time that I would allow her to besilent. Any other time, I wanted to hear how I was making her feel.
As soon as I felt her hands clamp around my wrist, I felt the pressure of her orgasm against my fingers, and she came on my hand.
“Quentinnnn,” she whimpered, chest heaving.
I took my hand out of her pants and then brought it to her mouth.
“Clean that for me, B,” I instructed her.
She sucked her juices off my fingers like she was sending me a promise of what was to come. A silent promise that I hoped like hell she was going to fulfill. My dick was so hard that I could feel the precum oozing from it through my boxers. I adjusted myself in my pants.
I kissed her lips briefly, then sat back in my seat. We hadn’t even made it to Turks, and she had already cum once. It was going to be a long ass weekend for her.
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“This is even more beautiful than it is on the website,” Breeze admired the home we would be staying in.
Gently, I guided her deeper into the villa. She stood in the middle of the floor like I wasn’t carrying the three heavy-ass bags that she had packed for only three days. Like she would be wearing any of this shit. She might have had all these things on her agenda, but what I had planned for her didn’t need clothes.
She walked around the main floor while I went upstairs to find the master bedroom, put our things down, and do a walk-through of the house.
By the time that I came back, she was leaning over the kitchen island, scrolling on her phone. I stood behind her and kissed herneck as she moaned and held the arm that I had resting on her waist.
She wound her hips against my dick, and it didn’t take a second for it to get hard at the feel of her ass against me.
“B?” I said against her skin.
“Hmmm?” She moaned.
I took her hand and placed it on my dick. She rubbed it through the material of my pants.
“You see how much I missed you?”
She laughed. “Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
She turned to face me. “I missed you too, Quentin,” She admitted.
“Let me feel how much you missed me, B.”
I slid her pants over her waist and helped her step out of them as they pooled at her feet. Her breathing was ragged as I backed her up to the counter.
“Lay on the counter, I like my meal on the table,” I said.
She used the barstool to sit on the island and slid back. Her legs were crossed, like she was shy. Like I hadn’t seen every inch of her body.
“Open your legs, you said you miss me, right?”
She nodded, lip tucked between her teeth.
“Then act like it. Stop acting like you don’t want me to kiss it.”
