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let’s say, these panties…” he snapped the waistband
with the hand still fondling her bottom, “…would already be hanging off the
lamp, and my cock would be buried balls-deep in your sweet little pussy. Would
you like that?”
    Wow. Had he
really just said that? Would she like that? With him? Absolutely. But thinking
it and saying it aloud were two very different things. This situation was all
so new to her and she was still so unsure of herself and her own sex appeal. A
part of her was still having trouble believing his desire for her was real but
she was determined to accept his provocative words as genuine. He wanted her.
At least for now. She needed to believe his desire was not the product of her
sexually deprived imagination but an actual fact. Reciprocating his words,
admitting that she wanted him, was the emotional equivalent of jumping off a
very high cliff for her, but she needed to do it. If only to prove to herself
that she could.
    The fact that he
could verbalize such scandalous thoughts so easily shocked and delighted her,
but she still wasn’t quite ready to reciprocate. She would feel like a fool if
she said the wrong thing. So she just nodded and opened her legs a little wider
to distract him and provide his magical fingers with better access to the damp
folds between her thighs.
    Instead of
taking the hint he gave a strangled chuckle and stopped exploring her pussy
entirely. He just rested his palm on her mound and allowed his fingers to trail
down to the hot, wet centre of her. “Sorry, Sweetheart, but I’m going to need a
little more encouragement from you. Tell me what you want and maybe we can end
this torture. Take this adventure tour somewhere more private. Does that work
for you?”
    She nodded
again, unable to force out the coarse words he wanted to hear. Surely he would
realize she wasn’t ready for the whole dirty-talk thing and let it go.
    “Not good
enough.” This time he removed his hand completely from between her legs and
slid it around until he was grasping her buttocks tightly with both large
hands. “Tell me. Tell me now. Or I’ll drop your adorable ass back in your own
seat,” he said, his voice filled with warning. When she didn’t respond
immediately, he started to lift her from her half-reclining position on top of
him.
    In a panic, she
wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his warm throat.
“No. Don’t. I want it. I do. I’m just not used to this,” she whispered fiercely
into his neck. “Please don’t stop.” Embarrassingly, her voice held the hint of
tears and she squeezed her eyes tightly closed, waiting for him to push her
away.
    Again, he
surprised her.
    “Sweetheart,” he
said softly, tucking his chin down so he was whispering directly into her ear.
“I’m sorry. I was just teasing you.” He removed both his hands from her lower
body and soothingly caressed her upper back with one while pressing her tightly
to him with the other. He held her for several long moments as she clung to his
neck. “Are you ok?”
    She nodded but
didn’t loosen her grip. Oh, this was just so humiliating. Now he was going to
think she was some kind of hysterical clinger. If she lived through this
experience without alienating him it would be a miracle. Just another reason
why she was experimenting with a stranger rather than an actual prospective
boyfriend. Imagine the awkwardness if this had happened with a man she met
through work or a neighbour or a guy from her gym. She’d have to see him all
the time and relive this utter fiasco.
    He smoothed back
her hair and spoke contritely. “Listen. I fucked up. Not every woman likes to
be dominated and I got carried away. I didn’t mean to be a douchebag. Ok?”
    Wait? He thought
he’d been at fault? Him? She lifted her head and gave him a surprised look. “Are
you saying you were kidding? You wouldn’t actually have stopped?”
    He chuckled and
smoothed his thumb over her flushed cheek. “No. Of