From the Inside Flap
Ryan moved behind her, holding her gaze in the reflection of the mirror.
"I know," Nicki breathed.
She snuck a look between her legs and was mortified to see a wet spot. A million possible excuses to cut their session short raced through her head. She wanted to get away from Ryan before she truly embarrassed herself.
"You know what, I am sick."
"Bullshit." Ryan said.
Startled by his tone, Nicki whipped around to look at his face.
Ryan stepped close enough for her to smell his soap. He always smelled so fresh, even when he was sweaty. His green eyes held hers as she backed up against the mirror.
"You're not sick, Nicki," Ryan replied.
His eyes scanned over her body, moved over her breasts and lingered on the damp spot between her legs.
"I'm not?" She asked in a weak voice, leaning her head back against the mirror.
Something hot and predatory flashed in Ryan's eyes, making her legs weak as she stared at him.
"You need to be f..."
© Nichelle Gregory
-From Vanilla Virgin in Drenched Panties