A shadow passes across her eyes.

I’m more curious than I should be about what it means.

But then she blinks, the shadow replaced by mischief. “Because you’ll be using your mouth for other things.”

“What about your mouth?” My gaze moves to those full, pink lips. “What will you be using that for?”

“Use your imagination. Or do you not have one of those?”

I chuckle. “Already told you I have an imagination.”

“Then show me,” she challenges, rolling her hips. Even through our clothes, I can feel the lips of her pussy parting over my cock. Caressing it. “Greyson, show me how creative you can be.”

I glide my hands up to her tits. Cup them. Her eyelids get heavy when I give them a squeeze, making her nipples harden.

I groan, this time at her responsiveness.

Makes me wonder how long it will take to get her nice and wet. Soaked.

I want her soaked.

My guess is not long at all.

Hooking my finger in the tie at the neck of her dress, I undo the knot. The front falls open, and I pull it down and to the right, revealing her bra. It’s light green and lacy, the cup itself sheer. Showing her pale pink nipple.

Gaze on hers, I lean in and cover that nipple with my mouth. Suck it to a harder point through the lace.

Her skin smells so damn good.

She lets out a pant.

I move my mouth up her chest. Glide my fingers into her hair and fist it. Give it a quick, solid tug.

She gasps, her head falling to the side. Baring the tender flesh of her neck to me.

I sink my teeth into her skin. A tiny bite, followed by tongue, lips. Her hips roll against me harder now. More insistent. Needier.

With my other hand, I hike the skirt of her dress up over her hips. She’s wearing green panties that match her bra, transparent lace.

Her pussy is neatly groomed, but not completely bare.

My dick begs for mercy.

I reach down and pull her panties to the side. Her folds peek out from between her lips. I glide my thumbs between them and open them. Revealing a cunt so perfect and pretty I growl.

Literally growl.

I look up at her.

“You gotta let me kiss you here,” I say, running my thumb over her clit.

Ah, fuck. She’s already soaked. As ready as I am.

She nods, breathless.

Putting my hands on her hips again, I lift her off my lap.

“Sit up against the window. Spread your legs.”

This time, Julia doesn’t fight me. She sits, back to the window, and shimmies out of her panties. They end up somewhere on the floor.

I hope she leaves them there.

Julia is naked from the waist down now, and she’s not shy about it. Legs parted, she reaches down and touches herself.

“Don’t,” I warn. “You come without me, and you’ll pay. You understand me, Julia?”