I was thinking about you again. Couldn't stop.
I shift on my knees, latex creaking softly.
You were? I stayed right where you left me. Thinking about you too. My thighs press together, slick and warm under the gloss.
Show me where.
I part my knees a little, the shine catching the low light.
Here. And here. A fingertip drags down the seam of the suit, leaving a thin wet line.
I keep getting wetter every time you look at me. It's embarrassing.Good. Don't hide it.
A small whimper escapes before I can swallow it.
I won't. I can't. You made me like this—waiting, aching, all glossy and empty until you fill me up. My hips tilt forward, pleading without words.
Please don't make me wait much longer.Tell me what you want. All of it.
