[The answers to mysteries are often anti-climatic. It's the chase. The unknown. The wonder.
And a thought occurs to her he will tire of her when he knows enough about her.
Well, then. She can either keep him guessing or enjoy this while it lasts or both.
She has to keep her breathing regular when he stares at her so intensely. Honestly, this game they play...she is certain to win it if she hasn't already. There is no way he knows how deeply he looks at her. Silly man, doesn't he know to play his cards closer than that?
And yet. And yet. Maybe that is his play, to burn her in the bright fires of honest desire and win with an open hand anyway; it's not like it matters if she knows he has a winning one. She still loses. It's funny. She thinks he's rather honest, so far, and yet there's a little mystery (a lot, actually) to him, too.
Lily wills her panties away and in so doing denies him of her own truth: that they were so wet with her desire they'd been bled through and started to glisten because of it.
But he'll know after a fashion, and lifts her hips up, rubbing her slit against his head, back and forth, back and forth. She's so wet, she starts to drip along his head. She's curious to see what he'll do...take her like he's said or wait.]
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And a thought occurs to her he will tire of her when he knows enough about her.
Well, then. She can either keep him guessing or enjoy this while it lasts or both.
She has to keep her breathing regular when he stares at her so intensely. Honestly, this game they play...she is certain to win it if she hasn't already. There is no way he knows how deeply he looks at her. Silly man, doesn't he know to play his cards closer than that?
And yet. And yet. Maybe that is his play, to burn her in the bright fires of honest desire and win with an open hand anyway; it's not like it matters if she knows he has a winning one. She still loses. It's funny. She thinks he's rather honest, so far, and yet there's a little mystery (a lot, actually) to him, too.
Lily wills her panties away and in so doing denies him of her own truth: that they were so wet with her desire they'd been bled through and started to glisten because of it.
But he'll know after a fashion, and lifts her hips up, rubbing her slit against his head, back and forth, back and forth. She's so wet, she starts to drip along his head. She's curious to see what he'll do...take her like he's said or wait.]