I lay sprawled across the bed, my underwear the only thing covering me, my fingers running lazily over my own skin, teasing myself as he watched, I loved the way hiseyes darkened, the way his breathing changed, and when I finally beckoned him with a slow curl of my finger, he came willingly into my trap.
He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, making my hips jerk up off the bed. I clutched at the sheets, drowning in the delicious torture of histouch.
