“Stop.” Eric froze instantly, his lips still slick against her. For her. Anal porn But this… This was different. Her own body betrayed her as arousal blossomed in her middle. He licked again, a little more confident, his tongue pressing slightly firmer against her. “Then what were you trying to do?”
Eric hesitated. Then she slid one arm across his chest, holding him in place, while the other dipped down, fingers tracing back around his cock. Not a command. “Lay down. That said,” she paused, measuring her words, “you don’t belong in the pilot’s seat.”
There it was. His shame, nerves, something deeper. He swallowed, glancing up at her. His eyes darted up, searching her face. Heat licked up her spine, sharp and unwelcome. She tapped the console and began to type. “You need to understand something,” she said, her voice cool, measured. Exposed. Kneeling before her, his breath ragged. She slid it back on but left it open. Then she rocked her hips back. She sat, legs still open, still teasing.
