91. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY'S POV. “I want to see how handsome you’d look,” I murmured, “licking my pussy like it’s your favourite dessert.” I was still staring at him, my gaze locked onto his as I moved to clear the table. My hands worked, sliding his plate of food to the corner, but my mind was far from the task. I didn’t know what had come over me, what was driving this reckless heat that was clawing its way through my body. But I knew one thing for sure I was so fucking deprived. I could feel the ache between my legs, the insistent throb of my pussy that refused to be ignored. Tonight, I wouldn’t be able to sleep unless I did something about it. My body was too needy, and, my thoughts clouded by lust and longing. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. My eyes stayed locked on his as my fingers reached for the waistband of my shorts. Slowly, almost teasingly, I pushed them down my hips, letting them slide over the curve of my thighs until they bunched at my ankles. Fuck. I had n