He leans back, resting his fists on the mattress as he looks at me. “Nice. I like it.”

Self-consciously, I run my hands over the silk. “Thanks.”

God, I sound like a teenager.

“Lift it up.”

“What?”

“The hem of your dress. Lift it up.”

I swallow. “Erm, I’m not wearing panties,” I say stupidly.

“I was hoping that would be the case. Let me see that pretty pussy.”

I flush. Dear Lord, I am not used to dirty talk. Not at all. My ex never even told me his fantasy when I asked him. Said those things were private.

Nervous, I do as he says and grab the hem of the silk, raising it slowly up my legs.

“Beautiful,” he growls as he stares at the apex between my thighs.

“Spread them.” His order is given in a firm tone.

I do as he says and widen my legs a little.

“No, not your legs, princess. Spread your lips for me. Show me how wet you are.”

Oh, crap. I cannot do this. Too much. Too full-on. I’m a half-a-bottle-of-wine-before-sex-and-then-do-it-in-the-dark kind of a girl.

Shaking now, with both anxiety and epic amounts of lust, I reach with the hand not holding onto the silk and slowly spread my lips apart.

I didn’t think it would be possible to feel this amount of competing emotions and not explode. I’m a little bit ashamed, a lot turned on, slightly angry, and a whole lot of shy.

When Samuel stands and walks to me, I brace myself. He sinks fluidly to his knees and stares right at my exposed pussy, up close and personal.

“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

I’ll take it. I’d rather he said it about my face, but if it’s my pussy, then so be it.

He leans in close and trails his finger right down the center of my cleft, ghosting over my clit. I shudder. “Nice and wet, but not wet enough yet.”

“For what?”

“For me, princess. To take me.”

Then it hits me. His size. The piercings. Oh, God, I’m going to get torn apart.

I tense, and he must sense it because he raises his face to me. “Relax, I’ll take it slow. I promise.”

“The piercings, though. They’ll hurt, right?”

He smiles. “No, not if we do it right. In fact, they should give you a lot of pleasure.”

I open my mouth to say something, but my words are lost as he runs his tongue over my clit and then around it. He takes his mouth away. “Let go,” he murmurs.