Pretty Persuasion

I'm too busy to fuck, I've made this patently clear. But it's hot as blazes in our top floor apartment and I'm working at the kitchen table in your boxers. And I know the sight of a femme in your underwear makes you crazy. You keep floating up to the back of me. Maybe use a finger to lift the tendrils stuck to my neck. Maybe take a lick of the sweat behind my ear. I do my best to ignore you.

You take a different tack.

I feel a light breeze on my clit, stop still. You blow harder. Your tongue, your sure tongue, up my inner thigh then a slow slide to open my slit. You pinch and twist my clit, slowly use that muscular tongue to fuck me. I drop my arms, lean back, let the sweat drip from my shoulders.