His fingers drove me wild, but when he stopped fingering me. I felt like I wanted to cry, missing him already. He leaned down and removed his fingers from within me and started blowing air softly into my wet pussy.
The action, so simple, made my body tingle and fill with goosebumps. “You want me, don’t you…”
I moaned and nodded. “Yes, Master.”
His growl at the sound of my words made me feel even more aroused. I really wanted him, and I felt like whatever the connection between us was, it was primal, wild and raw.
“Come with me,” he suddenly said and stood up, extending his hand out for me to take.
My hesitation came from the surprise, not because I didn’t want to follow, and when he perked a brow at me while his hand kept expecting mine, I rushed to squeeze his hand and let him lift me up from the bed.