“Fuck. You’re wet for me.”
Tabby moaned as I fondled her opening just enough to stimulate another moan before I circled back up to the hooded bead of nerves at the top of her folds. Experimentally, I tapped. Her moan grew higher, more urgent as I repeated the action. Flicking the hood out of the way, I tapped again. She exhaled harshly, and nails clawed into my arms. Mild pain erupted up to my elbows, cracking my determined restraint to ease into the seduction, and I snarled as I dropped low to scoop her up. I had her flat on her back atop the standard hotel bed before she could emit her shriek of surprise.
“Lift,” I commanded, hooking my fingers into the sides of her panties and jerking them downward. She obeyed and raised her hips, and I wrenched the underwear past her knees to her ankles. She started to unhook a foot through a leg hole, but I shook my head and grabbed her ankle. “Oh, no. No, no, no. You don’t move unless I tell you.”
“But how are we supposed to… ohhh…”
I circled her clit before pinching it between my fingers, eliciting an airy, high-pitched moan from her.
“The only thing I want to hear from you,” I said, making sure she understood just how serious I was, “is that moan.”
She looked up at me through wide eyes, giving her the expression of innocence that sent my cock into spasms. After a long, slow swallow, she nodded.