“I still can’t believe that you have a dirty mouth,” I giggled. “I never
expected it. You are so sweet and loving. To hear you sound so gritty, it does
things to my girlie bits.”
“Such as?” he prompted, arching a brow.
I leaned over and licked his earlobe. “It makes me wet, Edward,” I
purred. “I’m still wet from our time together.”
“How wet?” he asked gruffly. “Show me.”
“Here?” I asked, smirking slightly. He looked at me and his eyes were darkened
with desire. My smirk grew and I leaned back over to my side of the car,
undoing my jeans. I slid my hand into my pants and into my barely-there
panties. As I had said, I was still wet from our time together. I swirled my
finger along my clit and dipped it into my pussy. “Hmmm, I wish this was you,
Edward.”
“Fuck, I’m trying to drive, Bella,” he choked out. “Let me see how
fucking wet you are, dolcezza. Give
me your fingers.” I smiled and removed them from my panties, holding it up for
his inspection. “Soaked. You’re soaked.” He took my hand and wrapped his lips
around my finger, relishing in the taste of my pussy. He growled lowly as he
released my finger and stared at me. “I
want you, so badly, Bella. Fucking traffic.”
“I could…” I said, wiggling my fingers, “give you a free show.”
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