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YOU'D BE LYING if you said the sexual tension wasn't thickening the air you breathed in the backseat. You wanted to—Heaven knows you do—but Eguchi was right there. You're frozen, stuck in place as he inches closer to you as if he were a moth to a burning flame. His smile is devilish, the glint in his eyes evil as his pupils bore into yours with mischief. Warm blood shoots up your neck and paints your face in unmistakable discomposure, bringing your lust to light almost instantaneously.
You couldn't differentiate whether it was bashfulness or straightforward longing that was causing the heat to rise to your face. You were feeling a nasty combination of both, your stomach churning. In that moment you didn't care about your nerves-- his dangerously seductive aura is addictive. His face was nearly centimeters away from your own, a prideful grin etched across his pretty features. The growing ache between your legs is undeniable, and your mind swirls endlessly on fantasies.
"Do..do your worst." your words are breathlessly spoken as if you were tightly holding onto a deep breath. The growing tension strengthens between the two of you. The air hitches in your throat and your chest heaves slowly in anticipation. "Am I making you nervous?" he knows he is, he just wants to hear you say it.
His honeyed eyes darken in wanton lust, and his hands plant on either side of you, holding him up over you. He places all his weight on his left arm, his right slithering to your clothed thigh, up and up until his nimble fingers creep past the band of your sweatpants. His eyes stay fixated on yours, lustful gaze is unwavering as it centers on your blown eyes. You feel his slender fingers cup your cunt, pressing the damp patch against your clit. His eyes watch as your lips part with a soft smack, a short gasp puffing through your lips. The burning stare was more than enough to make you squirm beneath him, your legs attempting to close around his frame but only drawing him closer.
That once-growing anticipation dissipated in mere seconds when your underwear was swiftly pushed to the side. His fingertips press against your labia to spread you open, allowing his fingers to brush against your clit and coat his fingers in your slick. Your hand shoots to his forearm, your eyes flickering over to the clothed partition. He only finds amusement in your efforts.
