I’m even sadder when I see that those are the words thatconvince her.
She plops down on my lap, wiggling her wet bottom against my briefs, acting like she has no idea what she’s doing.
Once again, two can play at that game.
“Where are you cold?” I breathe into her ear, stroking the wet skin on her back and stomach.
“You promised me your hoodie,” she protests, her teeth loudly chattering.
She’s clearly not lying about being cold, but I don’t feel an ounce of remorse as I shove the hoodie further away.
“Quill!” she whines, trying to reach it, but I keep her locked in my arms.
“I didn’tpromise,” I tell her. “But you’ll get it later, if you’re a good girl.”
She chews on her lower lip at those last two words, and by the way her thighs are squeezing together, I can tell they’re having an effect on her.
“Are you going to be my good girl, cricket, and tell me where you’re cold?”
“Everywhere,” she shivers.
I push her to my chest, wrapping one arm around her as the other goes to her breasts.
“Here? Are you cold here?”
“Quill,” she moans, as I flick her nipples gently, before cupping one of her breasts in one hand.
“How about here?”
I edge my hand slowly down her stomach, pressing lightly on her belly before I reach the folds between her thighs.
She’s definitely not wet just because of the shower.
“Please… Quill…” she moans louder.
I have no idea what she’s begging for, but something tells me she doesn’t either. Anyway, she’s made it clear she doesn’t want me to give her a choice.
Which suits me perfectly.
Besides, she’s already arching into my hand as I start to rub her folds, my finger massaging her clit while another one drives into her wet pussy.
“Oh, God… Quill…”
“My little cricket,” I murmur against her hair, driving my finger inside her faster as she begins to buck against me.
In no time at all, she’s drenching my hand with her orgasm, shuddering in my arms before sagging back.
Then she stands up, so abruptly that I accidentally let her.
At once, I hook my hands around her waist and pull her right back down.
“I’m not cold anymore,” she mumbles, trying to push me away.
But I hold her close to me, searching for some reason to keep her in my arms.
“I am, though, cricket,” I breathe into her hair, keeping an iron hold on her. “I’m very, very cold without you.”
“Oh.” She’s back to wriggling over my stiff cock. “Do you want me to return the favor?”